Brooklyn Zu - Get That Cheese lyrics

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Brooklyn Zu - Get That Cheese lyrics

[Intro: 12 O'Clock] Yo what's up Zoo Keeper, Shorty sh**stain, Merdoc Captain Midnight you know, Yeah Brooklyn Zu/Blues Brothers on this La the Darkman, What's up Prodigal Sunn, Buddha Monk what's up [Chorus 2X: 12 O'Clock] Lets get that bread, Lets get that gwap Lets cash them checks, Lets cop them drops Look all them diamonds that sit on your watch And them pretty a** girls that sit on your yacht [12 O'Clock] You could tell that I'm fly by the name on the pants I get gwap little homey, I could smoke your advance Show you what it's like to take a trip to France And get picked up, Scooped in a Mercedes van (Rich chick) This Russian chick, She live in Japan She got a rock on her finger as big as her hand Throws me the keys to the lamb, Then scram Now I'm back to the state, Tell em wash your space Cop a mansion out there like the dude Bill Gates (That's right) Respect that Brooklyn Zu joint you know This is Dirt's sh**, It got to be about cash money now homey Give me that money, Don't play with me [Chorus] [Captain Midnight] Outta Lucci, Who me, Dude please I move the blues for the blue cheese You petty hustlers should honor me When it comes to work I'm like a good economy It's Cap and 12 O' Clock In a drop on the way to the yacht We bout our paper and gwap f** what you heard, The hustle game's ruthless I move the blue magic but call it Frank Lucas I'm good with weight, I move it state to state I can't fit my jeans on I'm full my cake Got the limo outside, It's white and stretched But I gotta slide, I got a flight to catch [Chorus] [Shyheim] Cheese, Money-Money, The cash I need the loot So I'm on the stoup got Brooklyn Zu on the roof The binoculars zoomed, Overlookin my moves Ready to shoot a cop car in hot pursuit I buy happiness, Saw a kid with a brand new gun That's the happiest, I think he's come up for my stacks of Benjamin's Bottom Up syndicate, Body you dah-din-duh-dins Gotta k** us we won't tell what the mission is f** them circumstances, We ain't given up answers We takin chances, Yellin our anthem Put em in a sleeping bag 12 and camp em Grab the bag, Duffle bag by the handle and scramble