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Real cool, Brooklyn's cool Friday the last day of school Girls to the mall to swing Settin' up for their summer fling
Cars on the avenue create And girls like mad at the bus stop Not waitin' on the bus but on the cash flow Fellas are laughin', gassin' the hoe
Girl to me and pushes issue That knot you got, is money or tissue? on the bulge, thinkin' it's her own I tell her that it's money and she should on
She says she's pure from to her thighs And we should talk over Chinese and fries I tell her to but hey, that's the scene 'Cause she ain't nothin' but the
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State the rhyme, of Brooklyn Otherwise as Crooklyn Freaks fortify flesh gold Ears hang in a slave hold
Walk past, don't get the of day Played like a suede on a sway Conversated I made her laugh Said, "I'm Nice, you want my autograph?"
Office closed as she heard this She said, "From 3rd Bass? I do this" Listen closely, took a swig of intoxicants 'Cause the Queen's a gold digger
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Squared away with my digits and tonight's When I feel the crab, grab my right her on the back, tried to calm her Asking her, "What's the for the drama?"
Her next move was straight out of "Haven't we met before?" me a sex look "Yo Wisdom, lyrics are in bad taste So I'm forced to you nothing but the gas face"
"You go for hoppin' on the cab or bus 'Cause you're downtown and you're too fabulous But get this, this a humdinger?"
She stepped to a retard sportin' a four-finger Somewhere in the skin jeans I'm gonna scoop the of the Brooklyn-Queens
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Last exit to Brooklyn, I Carefully the Queen my scepter numb like a derelict on scotch I'm Dick Lewis, 'cause I'm watchin' you
Scheme on a brother for a To choose between the and the have-not Do you the shade of vanilla? I'll play and you play Priscilla
Oh, he's no hero, better yet Dee Advertise cheap for a fee A Brooklyn-Queen, rushes Russell That's Tyson rushin' Givens
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