Grip Grand - Broakland IV(Clubland) lyrics

Hey!hey!hey! Party people I am the fabulous D-J, D-J And I'm D-J, D-Jin' Bringin' you the new GripGrand, Clubland Broakland, The Last Crusades! What? Broakland can't come in the club man? Everybody is in the club nowadays With floor length blue minks on It's f**in' awkward... The Last Crusades! So hungry once I ate toothpaste Now that'll make any man screw face Life on the lam, I can't unpack my suitcase Broakland section 8, took a test bop and the collection plate Red letters and threaten the calls from the collection plates Banks in-credited, I'm in debt, and my cheque books are in red alert Combined with the fact that I've never worked Makes me poor, broke, and pissed off It's no joke! I must love to earn minimum wage, starve, unhappy Broakland works the night shift like Marvin & Jackie Then I'm jobless again, I'm not in the pen But if they got the three hots and a cot, I wanna get in Is it warm? Cause I'm cold now It's draughty throughout my whole house I had to set fire to the old couch, to stay heated Don't laugh cause one day you might be in Broakland Settled down in my town, you can't leave it (Hook) Broakland is a state of mind We're livin' in these days and times A hard life on the boulevard is day to day The sunny skies they say you'll find, ain't My Broakland is grey Sometimes I wish I saved my money up, and stayed away We're all family here So brother can you spare a dime? *kicked down* Your wallet's so thick you can't sit down Trust me it's ugly declaring bankruptcy But what we do here in Broakland is dirt dude, it's too dusty Plus we schemed and plotted Broakland rocks a rotted-tooth smile While it's sticking two hands in your pockets And more colorful capers I once got caught outside my neighbors house Taking his cable and newspapers Broakland! Dirty dance with the devil, two left feet So frenzied I need a tape gun to make ends meet I can't pay my rent fees, and nobody friendly In B-Town I seen how the whole world's against me I'm stranded, Broakland make shift house arrest bracelet Statement still no good, Grip Grand relocated in your hood Setting up shop "Open for Business" Broakland rags to riches, and back again b**hes! (Hook) Ya that's what you say today! Broakland is a state of mind We're livin' in dangerous times But I can't afford knives And I can't afford guns That's why I can't afford beef You know a broke rapper runs The sunny skies they say you'll find, ain't My Broakland is grey I should've thought it out first And brought an umbrella to stop the cloud burst But what's worse I'm so broke I just busted my verse