Super Brooklyn (BQ Mix)

* {to the underground pipe music of Super Mario Brothers} [Verse One] S-T what I represent, N-Y Hold it down for my peeps in the 'ville in Do or Die For the record let it be known - chrome for sale And any one of these niggas could blow your grill Show your skill - you want war? Hold your steel You want more? Unload techs, you all could feel Raw deal, you all peel, run for the hills Run for your shields, the battlefield's blastin at will [Verse Two] Smoke Dawg you know my name I'll Be the same til the day that I'm laid down Niggas push me to the point's gotta spray rounds Takin shit like for a game, actin like clowns - always playin You ain't bustin off, just shootin the breeze Cause you scared of the repercussion after we squeeze You ain't been through what I did just to get where I'm at Streets where I rep and B-K where I be at Chorus: Cocoa Brovas Cause Brook-lyn where we live-at Jugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO) Hand-lin a big-gat My-army got my bi-zack [overlapping Chorus] Aiyyo, do your thang baby Yeah yeah, we keep it hot Yeah yeah, it's Cocoa Brovas, LB Fam Aiyyo, aiyyo [Verse Three - Mista Cheeks] Stay up on the ground baby; see, bullets bein spitted From us niggas in this game that's committed Now which niggas widdit? Enter my grounds Let me show you what's really goin down - you bunch of clowns Frontin like you really hot; understand kid you really not Hype is all you really got - blow your spot We pack it in, like a circus Basically; niggas and they chicks love the way we work this Spit that official rap shit - from the what - rap context Knock it off with your nonsense The hot shit I spit at you - is bound to hit you And half the members in your crew, kid we out to get you Dry an' Mill stay up in my sessions (all the time) I stay finessin just in case I gotta teach a lesson, no question Competition ain't nada You make it hot for me and mines, see we make it hotter Yo, aiyyo.. Chorus: Mista Cheeks (repeat 2X) Queens is where I be-at (LB Fam) I'm askin cousin where the weed-at (South-SIIIDE) You got a blow well let me hit-it (aiyyo DUDE) Some Jamaica unpermitted (black bandana, Yankee fitted) [Cocoa Brovas] What we live is what you read about And any time of the day we bring the heaters out My nigga stacked his dough, then he bought the Beemer out Now you wonderin what Cocoa B's about? (Cocoa BEEEEEZ, Cocoa BEEEEEEEEZ) [Verse Four] Cocoa B-R-double-O K-L-Y-N with a couple HOEES Tired of coppin weed bags, had enough of those Invest in a few pounds or a couple O's My niggas hustle most aggressive and keep the toast On point for the B's and whenever beef approach If you want me you can find me in the reefer smoke Chrome close, anyone compete - meet your ghost [Verse Five] All my heights and capers, Smoky Lah be one of the greatest Can't tell you all the things my niggas do for the papers Why our Roc's look like Raiders and got models for ladies Come through in fresh wears, always drivin Mercedes Summer days and mountain bikes, wet Timbs on my feet Move with the heat, Cocoa B's influence your speech Four in a week, catch me in the park gettin scent Federales stay all over the bar, behind the neck Chorus: {repeat 2X} Cause Brook-lyn where we live-at Jugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO) Hand-lin a big-gat My-army got my bi-zack [Cocoa Brovas] What we live is what you read about And any time of the day we bring the heaters out My nigga stacked up his dough and brought the Beemer out And now you wonderin what Cocoa B's about? [Mista Cheeks] It's Cocoa Brovas, LB Fam y'all, c'mon