Brooklyn-Queens Songtext / Lyric

Real cool



Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house



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 the Brooklyn-Queen



We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens

We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens



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 a 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



We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens

We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens



We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens

We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens



Squared away with my digits and tonight's plans

When I feel the crab, grab my right hand

Slapped her on the back, tried to calm her

Asking her, "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



We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens

We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens



Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house



Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house



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 liquor for a fee

A Brooklyn-Queen, rushes Russell Simmons

That's like Tyson rushin' Givens



We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens

We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens



We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens

We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens



We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens

We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens



We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens

We are looking for the Brooklyn

We are looking for the Brooklyn-Queens

Brooklyn



Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house



Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house

Brooklyn's in the house



Brooklyn