Back again, broker than before
"Kick down!"
Four tracks? Repoed
"Took them sh**s!"
We got two now
"Peace!"
Make do with it
Broke...
Broakland
Broakland
We put it all on the line like a free throw
I traded in the bucket for a hundred bucks
And a free tow
It's sad when you can't afford a cab and
You have to bring a bike lock along when you go out looking for action
At the Safeway, I pay with coins, Club Card
And coupons
I never throw out the stale bread, I make croutons!
Hey, soup's on
Eat a MC 'cuz I'm hungry
I had to pay taxes or liquidate my a**ets and
Flee the country
Knuckle up, the beat's bumpy
With my busted-out bank account, nobody wants me
Foul flagrant, no laundry soap, smell like a vagrant
"Fragrant!"
My Speed Stick ran out and I can't afford to replace it
Dirty-down basement, Broakland, I can't taste it
Bank statement, I can't get a good credit rating
Plus the insurance dropped my a**
Because I like to drive fast, regardless if
The cops stop my a**, so f** Geico
Plus I know a spot we could all go
That's known for the empty bank vaults like Geraldo
The B-R...O-A-K-Land is where we are
It's the most, other places come close, but no cigar
So gritty, my city doesn't need a street weeper
Eat meagre, tell it to your folks like Pete seeger
That it's either empty stomach or closed fist
I admit that I'm starvin' and sh**, so don't dis
Kiss of d**h with bad breath, I never had less
Than when I moved to Broakland
The most busted address
Because Broakland wants you to know that it loves you
Then vics your wristwatch when it hugs you...