Brooklyn Bullshit

Joell Ortiz

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    Brooklyn is in the house and
    Brooklyn is in the house and
    Just wave your hands in the air
    And wave them like you just don't care, care

    Yes I am on that Brooklyn bullshit
    That's where I was born and raised nigga
    It's 718 nigga
    It's a genuine borough nigga
    Greezy niggaz man
    Chea, check, uh
    (Joell Ortiz) check

    So what I act for an ace on your sigarette
    On the first and third I'm happy cuz all the fiends get a check
    So what I still go up to the roof to bone
    With a bird from the p's who gives ruthless dome
    So what I'm still chipping for a bag of weed
    And if that L looks skimpy I leave half the seeds
    So what it's the second day I wore these jeans
    I was chilling yesterday, they don't stink, ya'mean?
    So what I get a shape up when I need a cut
    I ain't woofing that bad, I can use these 5 bucks
    So what I get a beer on credit, from my corner store
    I be going there for years goddammit
    So what I lose my re-up in dicegames
    In the mall I'll be scheming to find me a nice chain
    So what exit dinner when I don't feel like cooking
    I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from bullshit

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    E'time you come around your face turn to a frown
    You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
    They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock
    The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
    Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size
    Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
    Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock
    Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!

    So what I ask my man for a piece of chicken
    When it ain't yours for some reason it always taste different
    So what we five deep in a two door whip
    We gotta get where we going if you fit you fit
    So what I still reside in my moms crib
    Now fuck that, I'm rhyming to get outta there kid
    So what, yes I do have two baby mothers
    Yes they do stay two buildings away from eachother
    So what I only had one job in my life
    And that friday I got my check is the friday I took flight
    So what I skip lines in front of the club
    The niggaz quiet, the bitches is always like "that's fucked up"
    So what my cable box in the hood is still hot
    And my whole fam be silent everytime they knock
    So what I spent a couple nights in the bookings

    E'time you come around your face turn to a frown
    You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
    They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock
    The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
    Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size
    Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
    Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock
    Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!

    So what every now and then I hop out cabs
    Papi took the long way, papi think I'm ass
    So what I cop blue Hawaiians instead of a bottle
    I'll catch Brooklyn drinks if they close the Apollo
    So what I got my mans shirt on my back
    I had this shit for 4 months, he don't want this back
    So what when we 20 deep, I act up
    Yo best better be easy, don't get clapped up
    So what these ain't real rocks up in my watch
    When the sun hit the face this shit still looks hot
    So what I rob you blind if your ass ain't looking
    I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from bullshit

    E'time you come around your face turn to a frown
    You see us 'bout to go down That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
    They won't let us in the spot cuz last time they let us rock
    The party came to a stop That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
    Fitted over your eyes your shirt double your size
    Your belt hugging your thighs That's that Brooklyn bullshit!
    Looking up and down the block with work tucked in your sock
    Dodging and weaving the cops That's that Brooklyn bullshit!

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