Crooklyn - Sound-A-Like As Made Famous By: Crooklyn Dodgers

Crooklyn - Sound-A-Like As Made Famous By Crooklyn Dodgers - Various Artists

Panic, as another manic depressive

Adolescent, stares at death, now what's left

When there ain't no God, and a whole lot of pride

It might be a homicide; so let the drama, slide

We don't want no problems be

Get your name in the obituary column sheet

Cause life is too short, and it just gets shorter

I wish I had a quarter for all my people they slaughtered

Last year alone, in the Dead Zone

Walk straight, but don't walk late

Cause I'm cominh with a hate only made,

From what it made me

Cause nobody ever played me

Now it's, only getting worse, Buckshot and Ase

In the land of the waste, kicking you in your face

We be doing it up Crooklyn Style

What does it take to get you wild

My mentality is getting iller, killer

Instinct that's tryin to infiltrate, but wait

I know you want to enter but I can't let you in

My mindstate's the maddest,

I'm Gone With the Wind

Because it is, survival of the fittest

When the sh*t hits the fan

I got my shank in my hand

Black man with the permanent tan

I come from the 'Ville and never ran, damn

I'm feeling another part of reality

Hit me when I represent the F.A.P.

Straight from the 'Ville,

Tilden played the building

I mean literally when I say I make a killing

For my cypher, see I'm feening to bust a piper

Original Headz represent the Brooklyn all nighter

Do or die, I'm saying it's you and I

Bring your click, so we can get Stone like Family Sly

Peace to C.I. and the Bush

Might even see Ruck and the Rock giving the push

We did it like that, and now we do it like this

We did it like that, and now we do it like this

Go inside your mind and find a time that you miss

And just, think about the steel in your fist

It's just an extension of your arm,

It's that ghetto type of charm

That makes all the homeboys swarm

Can I drop the bomb? Oh yes I can

Move with the groove, smooth like Geechie Dan

Who is the man? That kid there

Who is the chick with the pick in her hair?

Angela, uhh Davis, and we roll like Avis

Rent-a-Car kid, there you are

You know where to find me,

Whenever you need me

If you know the Ave., follow the path

To the land of the aftermath

But don't frolic in the midst,

Crazy a** Crooklyn kids

Cause they always throwing a body on my lawn

I'm getting a Rott-weiler, without a collar

Get off my block boy and give me a dollar

For the trouble, or get blown up, like a bubble

Let's take a sec to think back,

The year of the seven-oh

When Brooklyn was the place to go

Flow, on a journey up to Crown Heights

Ebbets Field, feel the reel to reel on your life

Trife, individuals live in the PJ's

Dee Evil, check my DJ

Hey, play what I want to play in the day

But in the night, I feel the right took a left

Bucktown, Brooklyn break it down

Heads from state to state, travel as I unravel the rate

How it, tapped Scott and Sutter

I remember way back in the days playing

Hot peas and butter

Brother, if you want another lesson, Crooklyn, session

Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun

Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck

For your bucks, Masta Ase, has the taste

For ducks, and duck sauce, so tell Lord Digga

Dig a grave for the bones, sticks and stones

While I kick some ancient poems,

Through your domes

'Act went back, to attack your homes

So Tip, can I flip? (Yes you can)

I'm in the World War, with Muhammad my man

Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger

Uh-huh, what's happening, to ReRun and Roger?

I think I seen em wearing Timberlands

And running down the block

From D'Wayne and D'Wayne had a glock

Cause he be selling rock for the Partridge Family

And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E

And he be pimping Chrissy from Three's Company

Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry

This is a 70's thing from the days

When kids didn't act so crazed, in Crooklyn