Brooklyn Girls

Lyrics

[Produced by Charles Hamilton] [Intro] Uh, hahaha, uh Only I can get away with something like this, uh-huh Y'all know my name (Charles Hamilton) [Verse 1] I'm an uptown boy with Soho flavor The beat is D minor, but I'm oh-so major I do my own thing, so I owe no favors Can't do it now, then I won't go later Haters wanna see the boy get lost in the sauce But it's gravy, so boy, get lost Nah, I ain't cocky, I'm just stating the obvious HchO the boss and I'm making his pockets rich Hate it or not, I am great and I'm 'bout to get greater Hit the Peja like I play with Stojakovic I keep it real and my ladies do the same High class chicks that be crazy in the brain Style so mean, swag is vicious Smile O.D, ass delicious Stay getting money, no need for eBay My heart is Harlem World, but I'm loving BK [Chorus: Charles Hamilton] I ain't got no problem with girls out in Harlem, but (They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl) See, I had a dope fling with a girl on Queens, but (They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl) The Bronx is live that's where my mom resides, but (They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl) (Damn sure ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl) (D-damn sure ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl) [Verse 2] My girl Angie can't be a groupie or whore She 'bout getting money in her juicy couture Do she get bored with the Gucci? Of course So the Louis she sports 'til it ain't new anymore Then she cop another one, makin' hoes gettin' madder Gettin' more money, so the price don't matter Ain't seen her in a minute, know her ass got fatter And if you think she bad, then her friends are way badder Kendra's a Christian, never seen freakin' In church every weekend, she need to be deacon Had a model bitch name Viva, we ain't speakin' But I had her screamin' whenever I was beatin' She been callin', creepin', crawlin' Maybe she would chill if I would beat it often And Rhonesha's fly and she sweeter than Splenda Cause no one ever slows her agenda [Chorus] I ain't got no problem with girls out in Harlem, but (They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl) See, I had a dope fling with a girl on Queens, but (They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl) The Bronx is live that's where my mom resides, but (They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl) (Damn sure ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl) (D-damn sure ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl) [Verse 3] As we smoke da-la-la-la BK gettin' money, no nine-to-five Ma-ma-se, ma-ma-se, ma-ma-ku-sa It don't make sense, but admit it, it's kinda hot BK girls down with that ride or die So I always keep one right by my side See I love New York, I ain't gotta lie So if you messin' with my ladies it's homicide I got a friend named Shayna, she like Bill Bellamy and "How to Be a Player" Shorty is a player, can't nobody play her Can't nobody game her, 'cause she ain't a gamer Baby girl ballin' kinda like the Lakers If you would trade her like Shaq, then see you later Player, she do it so easy, it's kinda like a layup She could lay up with your boy with no make up Keep doin' her and I'ma keep doin' me Even on the road, I'ma keep two or three Bad BK chicks that speak fluently In the Hamilton language, girl, speak to me please I remember when I couldn't get a girl for shit Now I can't get rid of any girl for shit So when they look at me, I don't look away I spread love, it's the Brooklyn way Now let the hook play [Chorus] I ain't got no problem with girls out in Harlem, but (They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl) See, I had a dope fling with a girl on Queens, but (They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl) The Bronx is live that's where my mom resides, but (They ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl) (Damn sure ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl) (D-damn sure ain't nothing like a Brooklyn girl)