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Yes  this song  will serve as the proof 
That in the midst of everything so negative 
There's always something    Positive 

I said yeah  ah come on 
I said yeah  uh  come on 
I said yeah  uh  come on 
I said yeah  ah come on 

I got a Brooklyn honey and she don't want me for my money 
Laughs at all my jokes  especially when it's not funny 
And I confess that I'm her all true man 
She got a fly hairdo, little trinkets on her hands 
Her ears is pierced, and in them diamond trunks 
My rhymes is fierce, so won't you back up off her punks 
Junk in her trunk, so I know the brothers sweat her 
But that's OK, cause I know she know better 
More cakes than Drake's and more things than ring-dings 
It ain't no need to try to gas her to swing 
She's not impressed, by your fancy car 
She got a body so she's snotty and she don't care who you are 
So don't get mad and diss her reputation 
Callin her a floozy, any conversation 
Mad grammar backstabber, girls they wanna be her 
But like Stevie Wonder, none of y'all can see her! 
So when your fellas turn, just learn to keep lookin 
Cause I got me a flower, that grows in Brooklyn 

That grows in Brooklyn 

Walkin down the street, fellas go by watchin her sayin 
"Hey baby.." -> Sadat X 
"Hey baby.." -> Sadat X 
"Boom, the bip, the boom bip.." -> Q-Tip 
Here's a little quote, from Anita Baker 
Give the best to God, so won't you move with the shaker 
I come back like a boomerang-ah 
Make women wind, like a zoom to zang-ah 
You fellas wanna know if I can hang? Yeah, yeah 
All you ladies wanna know if I can hang? O
I rips the show I gets the dough I licks you low I let you know 
that times have passed that fast -- dere it go! 
I see your girl, I know she right 
I run that Johnny Gill line and say, "You sho' look good tonight" 
But alas, that's the past, I'm not hookin 
I got me a flower, that grows in Brooklyn 

That grows in Brooklyn 

Walkin down the street, fellas go by watchin her sayin 
"Hey baby.." -> Sadat X 
"Hey baby.." -> Sadat X 
"ya, y'know, ya ya y'know.." -> ? 
Brothers in the neighborhood don't like my style 
They don't likes the way I walk, they don't like my smile 
But when I go see her they don't try to play me though 
They give me a pound and say, "We know you from the video" 
And by the way, do you live on Canarsie? 
Nah, but much respect to the Brooklyn posse 
I step to the rear, cause I don't want no beef baloney 
They might know my name, but now look, they don't know me 
Nots to worry, cause the kid is thorough 
Prepared for riffin any town street or borough 
Cause you know, there's a Brooklyn wherever you go 
And every girl, there's a flower that's dyin to grow 
So when I'm town, you know I'm at her hut 
Loungin like a Band-Aid, in the cut 
And when I get dat feelin, uhh! 
Legs hit the air, footprints get left on the ceiling 
She came a tight end, and she left a wide receiver 
I make white girls a believer ever since the Jungle Fever 
I came a long way to say she's taken tooken 
And that's why she's my flower, that grows in Brooklyn 

That grows in Brooklyn 

Walkin down the street, fellas go by watchin her sayin 
"Hey baby.." -> Sadat X 
"Hey baby.." -> Sadat X 

Oh yeah, come on 
Uhh, I said yeah, ah come on 
Uhh, I said yeah, ah come on 
Uhh, I said yeah, ah come on 
I said yeah, ah come on, uhh 
I said yeah, ah come on, uhh 
I said yeah, ah come on, uhh 
I said yeah, ah come on 

To all my girlfriends out there in Brooklyn 
I love you! Heheheheheheh 
Hehehehe, yeah, ah come on, uhh 
I said yeah, ah come on, uhh 
I said yeah..

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