Brooklyn Style...Laid Out chords by Big Daddy Kane

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Come on y 'all and feel the groove,
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get on down, let it make you move.
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Welcome to the funkiest, Brooklyn style,
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laid out like this.
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Come on y 'all and feel the groove,
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get on down, let it make you move.
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Welcome to the funkiest, Brooklyn style,
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laid out like this.
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I kicks the flavor good
to represent the neighborhood
where I come from
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And that's the place of Brooklyn
where the Grammys are born and bred
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And bullets are like eyeballs
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chewed to the head
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Well is it Brownsville time
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to represent for the map
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Where the peeps smoke blunts
and like to wear mad gold caps
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The party attic about to explode
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From the 1 -1 to the
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double 3  ill sympos
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Playing on the corner
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drinking 40's shooting Cee -Lo
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This is  a Brooklyn thing I,
you know I steal -o
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And  for those that just
don't know how it go
Play like a substitute teacher
and act like you know it
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So yo, who wanna set it?
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You better kick your best G
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You and your whole entour
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age couldn't test me
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I   represent for the full main
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And if you're not a booty bandit,
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then niggas can't hang
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Come on y 'all, if you don't like me
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You don't know what I'm makin' do
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Welcome to the funkiest Brooklyn style
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laid out like this
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Now, let's get straight down to the point
I represent for this Brooklyn joint
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Baby Paul, we were takin' it too
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Making a few dol lars don't mean
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you gotta forget where you come from
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And try to be someone
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that you're really not
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In front of what you got
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You're gonna be looked at
as a black man still,
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so keep it real
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What type of mission can
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I say you on?
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Because you must've done
change to some grey Poupon
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I'm real happy to see you blew up
But always remember my man,
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you grew up in the PJs
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All your life in a broken home
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Up  in    the PJs all your
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life keeping   strong
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I   be the Louis Ave,
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live and live long lasting, lover
Bonafide black brother,
word to the mother
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Skilled out trays at hand
for those who made the man
With support in no way stayed a fan
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My dialectic style is defected
in ways you can't imagine
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Rap being accepted
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Funk a slam like a dunk a jam, props
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I'm taking mine like taxes with Un cle Sam
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So check out the Asiatic type
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of flow like water in the Nile
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But it's Brooklyn style
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Come on, y 'all, and feel the groove
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Get on now, let it make you move
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Welcome to the funkiest Brooklyn style
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Wait, I love this
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Yow, this is big school, no practice
I'm flippin' on niggas
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like little kids on a mattress
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You know my style, baby, far from the PJs
My lyrics so dope,
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they too fat for local DJs
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So hear me out, no doubt,
no need for screamin'
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My boys in the back clockin'
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your jewels and they schemin'
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Why did he step in me?
I hit him, bow, boo -dow
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Knocked out his fronts
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cause the kid was mad fragile
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No need for beef, chief,
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I'm rollin' mad deep
So pick up your teeth,
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I got them shakin' like a leaf
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Not tryna scare you,
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I just wanna aware you
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I bet you won't even look at my face
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I dare you
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Yo, nigga, please, yo, I'm nice with these
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While you're guarding your grill,
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I be beatin' up your kidneys
Me and my boys with
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the fact -tech nines
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With my joint cocked back
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in case a punk tried to take  mines
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Where I'm from,
there's no need for hesitation
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We cock and squeeze,
now where's the doctor
for this patient?
He's strippin' blood,
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now he's down to his last breath
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But he won't make it,
cause he knows that might join his death
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The ill type of Brooklyn artist
who rocks the hardest
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Regardless who you know
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and where you're from
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I'll pull  your file, Brooklyn style
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Come on y 'all, feel  the groove,
get on down and make you know
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Welcome to the funkiest
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Brooklyn   style
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and I like this
Hey, yo, hey, yo, yo, yo, yo!
Mom! I'm home.
Mom! I'm going home!