Lyrics

[Intro: Joell Ortiz] One, two Hesami [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] This is a tale of two cities, the grail of rap music Kane, Jay-Z, and Biggie, hail to Papooses Fab, Maino, and Kwelis Murda, Mos, and M.O.P.s Boot Camp, AZ, and Joell Ortiz Now, I'm on Kingsland Ave and Frost Street and GPT That's abbreviation for Greenpoint, that BQE Remember that Meeker Morgan exit where I grabbed that fish and cheese Out of that Mickey D's on Nissan, Honda, Chevy? This is me (Ayy) Blue wines and Styrofoam cups, and who's next for a cut? My nigga V, what up? (What up?) Diddy was next up, McCarren Pool was closed Williamsburg was a nope (Nope), dope bars just dope (Facts) I would sit on the pier with instrumentals in my ear Not knowing that pain would end up instrumental in my career I just wanted to be nicеr than my peers on mountain bikes Ridin' and switchin' gears to a hood near you, likе "Yo, who rhyme out here?" Rap Cyphers, they're carrying crates for Cypher and Max Glaze A clubbing underage, but not a minor So signing majors and selling out them same clubs consecutively No VIP where the executives be (Nah) Just me and Dennis at the bar with the people, no entourage Full of evil, I got bars, but we equal (Word) Shit, some thought I was crazy, some thought I was Pharaoh But they all knew I was reppin' my borough Brooklyn [Chorus: Joell Ortiz, KXNG Crooked] A Tale of Two Cities Home sweet home, many places I roam, but I'm Brooklyn's own A Tale of Two Cities Home sweet home, many places I roam, but I'm Long Beach's own, come on A Tale of Two Cities Home sweet home, many places I roam, but I'm Brooklyn's own A Tale of two cities Home sweet home, many places I roam, but I'm Long Beach's own [Verse 2: KXNG Crooked] I ain't grow up on easy street My city activist Kelly Park on Easy Street If you ain't with the shit, please, retreat We don't post our crimes, we post rhymes all the G's retweet Our national treasure's G-funk, our roots like a tree trunk Gangsta rap fed us all, let a nigga eat some Lil niggas with dreams to be somethin', mean muggin' At the VIP with the heater tucked if I see somethin' Warren on his motorcycle, Nate was in his limo My life was hard as this instrumental, still was makin' demos Freestylin' on the radio station, my favorite MO Started rappin' with Dogg Pound, I made it to the kennel (Woof) Kurupt and Daz blew up fuckin' fast The Chronic album had the upper class undergrads puffin' grass RBX was on a classic Mr. Clark Kent, since you don't understand this West shit, I'ma give you a pass Summertime in the LBC was The Dove Shack Foesum and the Hostyle clique, shoutout to Quicc 2 Mac Dynamic Certified, Tech, Jerz, my nigga Pac Big Krunch, and all them boys who brought the city back Big Style, Chuckie Miller, 8 Ball, and L.C Keith Clark, Drummer, Fudge Loc and B-TIP Free Lil' Style and Nucc, this is L.B R. I. P., Bad Azz, shouts to the double L Gs TFA was Long Beach's Wu-Tang The Black Knights of the North Star My nigga Wolf Wanggg and 2-Sane The Twinz out of Poly Apartments, it was a crew thang Tha Mexakinz with I-Man and Sin, spittin' that butane You see Tray Deee and Goldie Loc Just turn yourself around like the Hokey Poke 'Cause you don't want the smokey smoke Domino and ½ Dead never fell for the Okie Doke R. I. P. McGruff, shouts to J-Money and Cola Loc, Long Beach Silva Satin too, this is a roll call (Yeah) We all deserve murals, fill up the whole wall (Facts) Last but not least, the mogul of Long Beach Snoop Doggy Dogg, he did it for all of y'all and me On God [Outro: KXNG Crooked] Yeah, can't nobody tell me about this history of Long Beach, I was in the trenches What up my nigga Snake Eyes, Discreet Merchants, Hobo, Black Pooh, my nigga Butch Cassidy Ayy, I remember them cyphers with Moses, Sabotage, Underdog, my nigga Gangsta, Pat T5, Kyrie the true God Khalif the Punisher at E's bookstore on Atlantic and Hill Long Beach history, nigga Big Flossy, he was there, Lil Flossy, he was there Shit, Baby Flossy, he was there, too At Ann House, over on Obispo, nigga Shondog, all the Eastwoods, nigga Shout out Sloan Bone and JC, the photographer Duke, man I'm sorry, y'all, I'm sorry I just gotta immortalize this shit so it lives forever Let the record reflect I never imagined I'd connect with the almighty borough of Brooklyn to tell my story Let the record reflect Alright, I'ma shut the fuck up now The Tale of Two Cities