wears his hair tied in a small bow at the back I love him but it embarrasses me to walk down the street with him He lives in Brooklyn somewhere and he
Disco Dave Disco Dave Disco Dave (E) Hello Brooklyn Hello Brooklyn New York, New York, it's a hell of a town You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn
of jiggy They givin ? ? , up to woodsy Manipulatin they minds in the alleyways These dizzy and shitty rats, the sizes of kitty-kats They cross paths when traffic subsides; somewhere
the fuck is my guitar? It couldn't of went far Oh yeah, I smashed it on homie head in that Brook-lyn bar Man I'm somewhere in between a crook and a star
Yeah, Brooklyn, New York, stay focused It's ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady Diddy, I see you, baby Y'all niggaz done met ya match I'm somethin
Oh Maureen Maureen got married to a sanitation worker She's livin' out in Brooklyn with her mother in law And when her old man's sleepin' Maureen comes
keep coming An absolute affirmation Reassess the situation Genuine things, still I keep coming Sudden Sunday morning and I can't count to two Somewhere in downtown Brooklyn
make it through Doin' what it takes to do to keep it true I like to reminisce about that night we kissed It was somewhere in Harlem The nights were
the pupu platter You enjoyed it with such gusto I took it for a sign We would have many happy meals together In a warm dining room somewhere maybe even Brooklyn
impressions We kissed again; and I felt the passion And this, my love, was Cupid's blessin' We made love, within a storm In the midst of passion and chaos Somewhere
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
Somewhere in between The beginning and the end September took the tourists And settled in for good We could hear the trains again Brooklyn girls in scarves
hair Tied in a small bow at the back I love him But it embarrasses me To walk down the street with him He lives in brooklyn somewhere And wears this
' Connectin' like a round house, from the townhouse to the tenements 'Cause all my Brooklyn residents, [Incomprehensible] heavy regiments Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn
the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn
position So let me give you a little start, check it out Every time KRS-One steps in the jam The party is packed, he got the mic in his hand Brooklyn
stalls To find myself a few more just like me The option's pretty skinny and the order's pretty tall To swim the hippest waters in the sea Somewhere