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featuring Scoob 

Chorus: Big Daddy Kane 

Come on y'all and feel the groove 
Get on down and make your move 
Welcome to the funkiest 
Brooklyn style, laid out like this 

Chorus 

[Big Daddy Kane] 
I kicks the flavor good, to represent the neighborhood 
where I come from, and that's the place of Brooklyn 
where the grimies are born and bred 
And bullets are like eyeballs, two to the head 

[Scoob] 
Well is it Brownsville? Time to represent for the map 
where the peeps smoke blunts and like to wear mad gold caps 
The party addict about to explode 
From the 1-1-2, the double-3 ill zip code 

[Big Daddy Kane] 
Parlayin on the corner, drinkin 40's shootin cee-lo 
It's a Brooklyn thing, aight? You know our steelo 
And for those who just don't know how it go 
Play like a substitute teacher and ACT like you know 

[Scoob] 
So yo, who wanna set it? You better kick your best G 
You and your whole entourage couldn't test me 
I represent for the fo' main 
And if you're not a booty bandit, then niggaz can't hang 

Chorus 

[Big Daddy Kane] 
Now, let's get straight down to the point 
I represent for this Brooklyn joint, baby pah, where we're takin it to 
Makin a few dollars don't mean you gotta forget 
where you come from and try to be someone, that you're really not 
and front with what you got 
You're gonna be looked at as a black man still so keep it real 
What type of mission can I say you on? 
Because you musta done changed to some Grey Poupon, heh 
I'm really happy to see you blew up 
But always remember my man you grew up 
in the PJ's all your life, in a broken home 
(Scoob: Well alright now) 
Up in the PJ's all your life, keepin it strong, WHAT! 
I be the Louis Ave livin, live long lastin lover 
Bonafied black brother, word to the mother 
Skilled at trades at hand with those who made 
the man with support and always stayed a fan 
My dialectic style is perfected 
in ways you can't imagine rap bein accepted 
Funk'll slam like a doper jam, pops 
I'm takin mine like taxes with Uncle Sam 
So check out the asiatic type of flow 
like water in the Nile, but it's Brooklyn style 

Chorus 

[Scoob] 
Yo, this is Big Scoob, no practice 
I'm flippin on niggaz like little kids on that mattress 
You know my style, Baby Pah from the PJ's 
My lyrics so dope, they too fat for local DJ's 
So hear me out, no doubt, no need for screamin 
My boys in the back, clockin your jewels, and they scheamin 
Why did they step to me, I hit em, bow, bu-dow 
Knocked out his fronts cause the kid was mad fragile 
No need for beef chief I'm rollin mad deep 
So pick up your teeth, I got him shakin like a leaf 
Not tryin to scare you, I just wanna aware you 
I bet you won't even look at my face (WHAT WHAT WHAT) I dare you 
Yo nigga please, yo I'm nice with these 
while you're guardin your grill, I'll be beatin up your kidneys 
Me and my boys with the fat tec 9's 
with my joint cocked back, in case a punk tried to take mines 
Where I'm from there's no need for hesitation 
We cock and squeeze, now where's the doctor for this patient? 
He's drippin blood and now he's down to his last breath 
But he won't make it, cause he knows that my joint is def 
The ill, type of Brooklyn artist 
who rocks the har-dest, regard-less 
who you know and where you're from I pull your file 
(How?) Brooklyn style 

Chorus

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