Brooklyn-Queens

BROOKLYN-QUEENS

M. Berrin, P. Nash, Prince Paul
Produced by Prime Minister Pete Nice for R.I.F. Productions
Performed by MC Serch & Pete Nice
Contains samples of the following:
You Got the Best of My Love by The Emotions
Got to Be Real by Cheryl Lynn
Jungle Jazz by Kool and the Gang
A Wild and Crazy Guy by Steve Martin
You Haven't Done a Thing by Stevie Wonder
The Metal Melter by Milt Jackson & the Ray Brown Big Band

Verse 1
Real cool.. cause Brooklyn's cool!
Friday in June the last day of school
girls steppin' to the mall to swing
settin' up dollars for their summer fling
cars on the avenue create gridlock
and there's girls like mad at the bus stop
not waitin' on the bus, but waitin' on the cash flow
fellas are laughin', gassin' the past hoe
girl steps to me and pushes issue
"that knot you got, is that money or tissue?"
feelin' on the bulge, thinkin' it's her own
I tell her that its money and she should move on
she says she's pure from legs to her thighs
and we should talk over some Chinese and fries
I tell her to step, but hey that's the scene
cause she ain't nothin'... but a Brooklyn Queen

Verse 2
State the rhyme, borough of Brooklyn
otherwise known as Crooklyn
freaks fortify flesh with gold
ears hang trunk, in a slave hold
walk past, don't get the time of day
played like suede, on a summer sway
conversated, till I made her laugh
said, "I'm Pete Nice.. you want my autograph?"
Oval Office closed as she heard this
she said, "From 3rd Bass? I could do this"
listen closely, slowly took a swig of
intoxicants Cause the Brooklyn Queen's a gold digger

Verse 3
Squared away.. with my digits and tonight's plans
when I feel a crab grab my right hand
slapped her on the back, tried to calm her
asking her, "What's the reason for the drama?"
her next move was straight out of textbook
"haven't we met before?" Giving me a sex look
yo Wisdom, your lyrics are in bad taste
so I'm forced to give you nothing but the Gas Face
you better go, for hoppin' on the cab or bus
cause you're downtown and you're simply too fabulous
but get this, ain't this a humdinger?
she stepped to a retard sportin' a four-finger ring
somewhere in the skin tight jeans
I'm gonna scoop the best of the Brooklyn-Queens

Verse 4
Last exit to Brooklyn I enter
carefully the Queen holds my scepter
gettin' numb like a Derelict on scotch
I'm Dick Lewis, cause baby I'm watchin'
you scheme on a brother for a knot
to choose between the have and the have-not
you can doubt the shade of vanilla
I'll play Elvis and you play Priscilla
oh he's no hero, better yet Billy Dee
advertise cheap liquor for a fee
a Brooklyn Queen, rushes Russell Simmons
that's like Tyson rushin' Givens