Brooklyn King

Lyrics

[Intro] Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing This is how I do my Thing Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing [Hook] Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling Dare a motherfucker to swing [Verse 1] Lose a arm, I'm calm stayin' heavily armed Well protected, Heart, rib cage, the chest and solar plexus Rugged Profile peep honey child checkin' my style Quick wild as a fuck, slick witty talk, East New York Hear the guns buck, backin 'em down You know the sound, when the semi autos spit fully Baron Bully, Timberland Boot, Black Hoody, Fitted Black Skully You still on that bullshit? I can't get it out of me Why should I switch the Prescription The Whole World vibin' to what I'm Prescibin' Keep the Jam livin' [Masta Killa in Whispery Voice] Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing [Hook: Masta Killa] Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling Dare a motherfucker to swing You know his Thing Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing [Verse 2] Uh, we ain't goin' home 'til the last blood's gone Head strong enough to break Bone Peace to the God Jah-Born Tell Universe to love assent Miss seen him on the Ave. with Lil' Ron gettin' bent Yea it's another day in the Hood I got my money from the block Now I'm gon' to cop somethin' fly To rock for the rest of the Week Prefer the hard, not the drop slippin' of to the beat Got the sweet smell of sex in my passenger seat Pretty feet up on my dashboard sippin' her drink Pretty Brown Eyes, Pretty Brown Thighs All Wise Intelligent Eyes See you spread Butterfly, Pretty ass high Slang Supreme Marvel, Irief the Terrible reign Dirty South, Carolina Game, cockin' an aim Hear the Guns bust, canvas I'm spittin' like this High risk for MC's vocal anesthetic for your head Rush [Hook: Masta Killa] Ya'll cats know how I do my Thing Brooklyn King that'll snatch your Bling Dare a motherfucker to swing You know his Thing Thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing, thing [Verse 3] Now you see how the Crowd response when I get on You can neva last in this Square when I enter Brooklyn - also known as Good Lookin' Crooklyn - slidin' through your Central Bookin' Knocked on the felony charge that got dropped So I copped the probation wit the five year pendin' Can't count the Blessin' Caught another case in the mix, Now I'm stressin' Power to the People to Sequel, spark the people See you at a Town near you, Comin' Wu