Brooklyn Bullshit

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 [Joell Ortiz] 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 niggas man Chea, check, uh (Joell Ortiz) check [Verse 1] So what I ask for an ace on your cigarette 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 Tomorrow 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 Brooklyn [Hook] 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!* [Verse 2] 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 niggas 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 I ain't my fault I'm on that bullshit, I'm from Brooklyn [Hook] 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!* [Verse 3] 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 Brooklyn [Hook X2] 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!*