Key: C# minor•
Verse 1
F#
F#m
C#m
Ha, ha, say what? Say what?
G#m
A
Ha, ha, bust it, yo (ha ha, ha ha)
Verse 2
F#m
C#m
feel like I
don't have a partner
F#m
C#m
F#m
Sometimes I feel
C#m
G#m
like my only friend
A
C#m
F#
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
A
C#m
'Cause it's the B- the- R-
the- O- the- O- K
G#
F#m
L- y- n is the place where I stay
C#m
The B- to- the- R- to- the- O- the- O- K
Am
C#m
It's the B- to- the- R- the- O- the- O- K
F#m
C#m
The B- to- the- R- to- the- O- the- O- K
G#m
A
Place where I rest is on my born day,
Verse 3
Sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and
the time to come
the neighborhood function (right)
Throw on my Izod, say
C#m
When I was just a younging (uh), before
the days of thugging (right)
team my seed (right)
I must proceed at Godspeed
to perform my deed
F#m
C#m
Livin' the now space and time,
'round the nine to five
F#m
C#m
For as long as I'm alive, pa, I got to strive
A
C#m
I ain't sitting roadside,
that ain't harder to plan
I love my city,
sweet and gritty inland to outskirts
cause we grown to outburst
mine I touch back
and get beat like drum tracks
(boop- boop), we bust back
I'm from the slums that created the
bass that thump back
This ain't a game clown,
Jack? Young cats stash they jums at
Draw they guns back,
G#m
G#dim
momma screams where she sons at
recurring dream of high stakes
G#dim
G#m
Brooklyn is the place
G#
Verse 4
E#m
back up, back up, back up)
(We live in Brooklyn, baby)
(Back up, back up, back up,
back up, back up, back up)
(We live in Brooklyn, baby)
Verse 5
reflect on the place that I live at
G#m
E#m
Unlike any place I ever been at
The home of big gats,
deep dish hammer rim caps
G#m
E#m
Have a mishap, push ya wig back
Where you go to get the fresh trim at
Fulton and Jay got the Timb rack
Blue collars metro carding it
Thugs mobbing it, form partnership
Increase armament, street pharmacist
Deep consequence,
when you seek sleek ornaments
You get caught,
G#m
E#m
rode the white horse and can't get off
Big dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all
they seeds gotta live off
It's real, yo but still, yo, it's love here
Out of towners take the train,
plane and bus here
Must be something that they
really want here
One year as a resident,
deeper sentiment
They shout out "Go Brooklyn",
they representing it
Sitting on they front stoop
sipping Guinesses
Using native dialect in they sentences
From the tree- line blocks to the tenements
To the Mom and Pop local
shop businesses
Travel all around the world
in great distances
That's why we it The Planet
Not a borough or a province,
G#
E#m
our style is un common
From Sumner to Tompkins
to Lafayette Gardens
Wyckoff, Gowanus,
in they army jacket linings, yo
This goes out to my cats in Coney Isle
Friday night out in front
The Himalaya goin wild
This goes out to Crown Heights
and Smurv Village
Parkside tennis caught, thirties,
forties, and the fifties
The cats out in Starrett City gettin' busy
To the Hook, to the East, to the Stuy
Bushwick and Canarsie, Farragut,
G#m
E#m
Fort Greene, and Marcy
My Flatbush posse,
generals of armies
When it's time to form, just call me
And let this song be playing loud in Long B
If you love Bucktown strongly
Raise it up
Verse 6
Brooklyn my habitat, the place where it happen at
Live sway and the sharp
balance of the battle axe
Irons is brandished at, thugs draw
they hammer back
It's where you find the News
Two crew cameras at
It's where my fam is at,
the summertime jam is at
They play Big and get you open
like a sandal back
Hotter than candle wax,
hustling you can't relax
The crack babies tryna find
where they mama's at
It's off the handle, black,
with big police scandals that
Turn into actions screenplays sold
to Miramax
The type of place where they check
your appearance at
And cats who know where all
the hot 'lo gear is at
The stomping grounds,
where you find a pound smoke is that
Be blazing John that have your wave
cap floating back
The doorstep where
the dispossessed posted at
Dope fiends out on Franklin
Ave selling Zovirax
You big balling better keep
your money folded back
'Cause once the young guns notice that it's over,
black
Brooklyn keep on taking it,
worldwide we known for that
Flossy cats get it snatched
like the local tax
The place I sharpen up
my baritone vocals at
Where one of the greatest
MC's was a local cat
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