3rd Bass Lyrics
3rd Bass Lyrics
"Brooklyn-Queens Lyrics"
The Gulf Of Araby Lyrics
Words and music by Katell Keineg If you could fill a veil with shells from Killiney's shore And sweet talk in a tongue that is no more And if wishful thoughts could bridge The Gulf of Araby Between what is, what is, what is And what can never be If you could hold the frozen flow of New Hope Creek And hide out from the one they said you might meet And
Words and music by Katell Keineg If you could fill a veil with shells from Killiney's shore And sweet talk in a tongue that is no more And if wishful thoughts could bridge The Gulf of Araby Between what is, what is, what is And what can never be If you could hold the frozen flow of New Hope Creek And hide out from the one they said you might meet And
* Daddy Rich scratches "Brooklyn!" *
* 3 bars of drum beats *
* Daddy Rich scratches "Brooklyn!" *
Verse One: MC Serch
Real cool.. cause Brooklyn's cool!
Friday doin the last day of school
Girls steppin to the mall to swing
Settin up dollars for their summer fling
Cars on the avenue create gridlock
And there's girls like MAD at the bus stop
Not waitin on the bus, but waitin on the cash flow
Fellas are laughin, gassin the past hoe
Girl steps to me and pushes issue
"That knot you got, is that money or tissue?"
Feelin on the bulge, thinkin it's her own
I tell her that it's money and she should move on
She says she's pure from legs to her thighs
And we should talk over some chinese and fries
I
Don't Bring Me Down Lyrics
Well I don't drive a fast car You know it just ain't my style And I don't give a damn about that You know it ain't worth my while And I've been known to run around Burned some bridges in my time You know those girls tried to tie me down But my heart is still all mine Well Elvis had his blue suede shoes and Samson had his hair You know I got my music baby
tell her to step, but hey that's the sceneWell I don't drive a fast car You know it just ain't my style And I don't give a damn about that You know it ain't worth my while And I've been known to run around Burned some bridges in my time You know those girls tried to tie me down But my heart is still all mine Well Elvis had his blue suede shoes and Samson had his hair You know I got my music baby
Cause she ain't nothin.. but a Brooklyn Queen
Chorus: repeat 2X
"We are looking for 'Brooklyn'..
We are looking for the.." Brooklyn-Queens!
Verse Two: Pete Nice
State the rhyme, borough of Brooklyn
Otherwise known as Crooklyn
Freaks fortify flesh with gold
Ears hang trunk, in a slave hold
Walk past, don't get the time of day
Played like suede, on a summer sway
Conversated, till I made her laugh
Said, "I'm Pete Nice.. you want my autograph?"
Oval Office closed as she heard this
She said, "From 3rd Bass? I could do this"
Listen closely, slowly took a swig of intoxicants
Cause the Brooklyn Queen's a gold digger
Chorus (2X)
Verse
Rage Against The Mac Machine Lyrics
Living in a country where freedom is provided Where scumbags burn the flag, and GOD is not recited Blame society and the generations past But your principals get lost when it comes to cash Driving down the streets of gold, for which you never fought Hyping out everyone to fight for your cause Blaming everyone for indians that fell As the checks come rolling in and the
Three: MC SerchLiving in a country where freedom is provided Where scumbags burn the flag, and GOD is not recited Blame society and the generations past But your principals get lost when it comes to cash Driving down the streets of gold, for which you never fought Hyping out everyone to fight for your cause Blaming everyone for indians that fell As the checks come rolling in and the
Squared away.. with my digits and tonight's plans
When I feel a crab grab my right hand
Slapped her on the back, tried to calm her
Asking her, "Now what's the reason for the drama?"
Her next move was straight out of textbook
"Haven't we met before?" Giving me a sex look
Yo Wisdom, your lyrics are in bad taste
So I'm forced to give you nothing but the Gas Face
You better go, for hoppin on the cab or bus
Cause you're downtown and you're simply too fabulous
But get this, ain't this a humdinger?
She stepped to a retard sportin a four-finger ring
Somewhere in the skin tight jeans
I'm gonna scoop the best of the Brooklyn-Queens
Chorus
Verse Four: Pete Nice
Last exit to Brooklyn I enter
Oh she'll be saying I hear her saying Stayed at home with you last night, can't seem to get yu off my mind But now she sees a stranger, tell me I'm not a stranger! Tossed and shout, just can't sleep, can't seem to get her off of my mind And she'll be saying, I hear her saying! Who knows why I stay in here with you now, who knows why?
Gettin numb like a Derelict on scotch
I'm Dick Lewis, cause baby I'm watchin you
scheme on a brother for a knot
To choose between the have and the have-not
Do you doubt the shade of vanilla?
I'll play Elvis and you play Priscilla
Oh he's no hero, better yet Billy Dee
Advertise cheap liqour for a fee
A Brooklyn Queen, rushes Russell Simmons
That's like Tyson rushin Givens
Chorus (2X)
* Daddy Rich scratches "Brooklyn!" repeatedly over drum beat *
* 3rd Bass says 'Brooklyn-Queens' (3X) *
[MC Serch] Who's on Prince Paul's cactus?
'Brooklyn-Queens'
[MC Serch] Hahaha, yeah check it out
'Brooklyn-Queens'
yo, 'Brooklyn-Queens'
* Daddy Rich keeps scratchin *