Real cool.. cause Brooklyn's cool! Friday doin the last day of school Girls steppin to the mall to swing Settin up dollars for their summer fling Cars on the avenue create gridlock And there's girls like MAD at the bus stop Not waitin on the bus, but waitin on the cash flow Fellas are laughin, gassin the past hoe Girl steps to me and pushes issue "That knot you got, is that money or tissue?" Feelin on the bulge, thinkin it's her own I tell her that it's money and she should move on She says she's pure from legs to her thighs And we should talk over some chinese and fries I tell her to step, but hey that's the scene Cause she ain't nothin.. but a Brooklyn Queen
Chorus: repeat 2X
"We are looking for 'Brooklyn'.. We are looking for the.." Brooklyn-Queens!
Verse Two: Pete Nice
State the rhyme, borough of Brooklyn Otherwise known as Crooklyn Freaks fortify flesh with gold Ears hang trunk, in a slave hold Walk past, don't get the time of day Played like suede, on a summer sway Conversated, till I made her laugh Said, "I'm Pete Nice.. you want my autograph?" Oval Office closed as she heard this She said, "From 3rd Bass? I could do this" Listen closely, slowly took a swig of intoxicants Cause the Brooklyn Queen's a gold digger
Chorus (2X)
Verse Three: MC Serch
Squared away.. with my digits and tonight's plans When I feel a crab grab my right hand Slapped her on the back, tried to calm her Asking her, "Now what's the reason for the drama?" Her next move was straight out of textbook "Haven't we met before?" Giving me a sex look Yo Wisdom, your lyrics are in bad taste So I'm forced to give you nothing but the Gas Face You better go, for hoppin on the cab or bus Cause you're downtown and you're simply too fabulous But get this, ain't this a humdinger? She stepped to a retard sportin a four-finger ring Somewhere in the skin tight jeans I'm gonna scoop the best of the Brooklyn-Queens
Chorus
Verse Four: Pete Nice
Last exit to Brooklyn I enter Carefully the Queen holds my scepter Gettin numb like a Derelict on scotch I'm Dick Lewis, cause baby I'm watchin you scheme on a brother for a knot To choose between the have and the have-not Do you doubt the shade of vanilla? I'll play Elvis and you play Priscilla Oh he's no hero, better yet Billy Dee Advertise cheap liqour for a fee A Brooklyn Queen, rushes Russell Simmons That's like Tyson rushin Givens
Real cool.. cause Brooklyn's cool! Friday doin the last day of school Girls steppin to the mall to swing Settin up dollars for their summer fling Cars on the avenue create gridlock And there's girls like MAD at the bus stop Not waitin on the bus, but waitin on the cash flow Fellas are laughin, gassin the past hoe Girl steps to me and pushes issue "That knot you got, is that money or tissue?" Feelin on the bulge, thinkin it's her own I tell her that it's money and she should move on She says she's pure from legs to her thighs And we should talk over some chinese and fries I tell her to step, but hey that's the scene Cause she ain't nothin.. but a Brooklyn Queen
Chorus: repeat 2X
"We are looking for 'Brooklyn'.. We are looking for the.." Brooklyn-Queens!
Verse Two: Pete Nice
State the rhyme, borough of Brooklyn Otherwise known as Crooklyn Freaks fortify flesh with gold Ears hang trunk, in a slave hold Walk past, don't get the time of day Played like suede, on a summer sway Conversated, till I made her laugh Said, "I'm Pete Nice.. you want my autograph?" Oval Office closed as she heard this She said, "From 3rd Bass? I could do this" Listen closely, slowly took a swig of intoxicants Cause the Brooklyn Queen's a gold digger
Chorus (2X)
Verse Three: MC Serch
Squared away.. with my digits and tonight's plans When I feel a crab grab my right hand Slapped her on the back, tried to calm her Asking her, "Now what's the reason for the drama?" Her next move was straight out of textbook "Haven't we met before?" Giving me a sex look Yo Wisdom, your lyrics are in bad taste So I'm forced to give you nothing but the Gas Face You better go, for hoppin on the cab or bus Cause you're downtown and you're simply too fabulous But get this, ain't this a humdinger? She stepped to a retard sportin a four-finger ring Somewhere in the skin tight jeans I'm gonna scoop the best of the Brooklyn-Queens
Chorus
Verse Four: Pete Nice
Last exit to Brooklyn I enter Carefully the Queen holds my scepter Gettin numb like a Derelict on scotch I'm Dick Lewis, cause baby I'm watchin you scheme on a brother for a knot To choose between the have and the have-not Do you doubt the shade of vanilla? I'll play Elvis and you play Priscilla Oh he's no hero, better yet Billy Dee Advertise cheap liqour for a fee A Brooklyn Queen, rushes Russell Simmons That's like Tyson rushin Givens
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