Brooklyn Babies

1.Brooklyn Babies (Rza) sözleri

Rza tarafından albümünde söylenen Brooklyn Babies adlı şarkının sözleri.

[Tiffany]
Bobby, I'm tired of yo' shit, nigga!
I'm tired of you comin' in at 3 o'clock in the morninNigga, you got a family here
You act like you don't f...in' know that s...
Nigga, what the f...?

[RZA {*overlapped by chorus*}]
Yo, yo, yo, yo..
Growin' up in crazy Cali
Yo, yo, yo..

[Chorus 1 - Force MD's]
Digital, these ....... should be crazy
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
Bedstuy, this is my life..

[RZA]
Yo, yo, yo..
A Brooklyn baby, I was born up in King's County
Inside the womb seven months before the Queen found me
Up in wroughty Brownsville with fiends around me
Now roam gat in Staten with Cream Team around me
They called me Bobby, Cousin Billy got the black Harley
Taught his son how to snipe cats like Lee Harvey
Oswald, all's well that ends well
My big brother Divine, he pushed the Benz well
I got the cherry Range, Goku rockin' heavy chains
I'm from the tribe of men who would bury Kings
On the back of the A-train, my daydream
Should I make a phat hit or should I take CREAM?
From the Clan that taught you Cash Rules
I make soul grind tracks, you grab .... too
Give respect to the Prince when he pass through
Might have a chocolate deluxe in a glass shoe
Cousin Billy, known to strap the black uzi
Shoot you in front of the Jakes like Jack Ruby
Live on TV where you see B-O-B-B-Y
D-I-G-I-T-A-L, A-L, things ain't too well

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2 - Force MD's]
Digital, these ....... should be crazy
Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
This is how I live my life..

[Masta Killa]
Yeah..
Peace Lafayette, Stuyvesant, Malcolm X
Shot dice on green, we live from Pulasky y'all
It's Fred Glassy, zig-zag-zig through traffic
Get the herb, get the God, peace RaWhat's the word on things?
Through the phone I heard the bangin' sounds
in the background, layin' down
I'm spittin' what the people missinWe extreme with the murder type theme
Don't sleep, get ya head split to the white meat
Big guns, down South we blaze
Shippin' bodies back up North, it's the Weston
Wild Texan, no trespassinLong mics hit the dead arm
Planet Earth, home of Islam
Brooklyn, I was physically born, clothes torn
Rough tacklin' the streets, Allah Math' spine Technics
We bring heat to the block party, drinkin' Bacardi
Baggin' shorties for the homies who ain't here

[Chorus - both to fade]

[Tiffany {*overlapped by chorus*}]
Bobby, that's right, you ain't shit, n....
You ain't shit, but a big dick and a mothaf...in' cheque
All that f...in' Brooklyn shit, Shaolin s...
Nigga, grow the f... up!
What the f... is up with you, nigga?
You ain't shit, n....
Comin' in high off that s...
What the f...?
I'm tired of yo' s...
What the f... is that s... anyway?
What the f...?
And your cousin Billy, I'm sick of that mothaf...a
That mothaf...a could never come up in this
mothaf...in' house ever again
He's a criminal mothaf...in' gangsta, see that s...?
A criminal, I'm sick of that s...
I'm sick of yo' shit, Bobby {*echoes*}
Brooklyn this, Shaolin that
What the f..., nigga?
I don't know why I love your stupid .... anyway
Pssh.. but I do love you Bobby