BED STUY

Bed-Stuy
What they say, do or die
New pack in the mail said come try
Brownsville (brownsville)
Touch you there, how it feel (touch it)
We can't take it all the way just yet

But when I get in his black car and he drives me
All the way to where you reside, in Bed-Stuy
And when I go home and fantasize
I'm indifferent now and you're in Bed-Stuy

Mmh, mmh, bye, mmh, bye, mmh
Am I in New York or Mumby, Saint-Tropez or Dubai
Mmh, bye, mmh, bye
I can't believe, I'm in Bed Stuy, I can't believe my eyes