Rico Lumpkins - Brooklyn Zu lyrics

[Intro: 12 O'Clock] One-two, one-two One, one, one, one... [12 O'Clock] n***a like Cheech and Chong, smoke K2 all day long Who's the chick in them purple thongs? Hit me off in the booth while I'm making my song Face pretty, like Nia Long In the streets I'm the black James Bond wit two chicks on my arm Hands in my pocket, snubbing the palm While she, splitting the Dutch, I'm breaking the bomb' Want a mansion with a backyard big as a farm A ten car garage, ten foot for it long If a dude think he leaving calm, shots to his lady, don Need rescue like a Saint Bernard Little kids be like "Ay, yo, 12, you a star" Just stars in the sky, plus I live in my car And we all smoked out, plus them windows be fogged She a n***a gotta eat, or his stomach will starve I kick a f*ggot n***a fronting, give his glory a scar [Hook 2X: 12 O'Clock (ODB sample)] Brooklyn Zu, Zu, Zu Brooklyn Zu, Zu, Zu Brooklyn Zu, Zu, Zu Brooklyn (Brooklyn Zu!) [Merdoc] I clutch mics of dynamite, base my rhymes on my life Down and dirty for my Cuffies, get some blood on my Nike All my n***as want sunshine, peace to big Divine My mind is so grind, and my thoughts is meal time I'm talking hot supper, so I must apply pleasure I spit a stormy river, I'm King Merd' the go-getter Put my back in it, with heart to go with it I need to eat something, plus this beat sound like some meat clap My name ring, from New York to Cedar Raps Peep the Zu banger, daredevil, the cliff hanger Plus I walk like a tomahawk, talk like a tomahawk "Brooklyn Zu!" ODB [Shorty sh**stain] Yo, I wear all black, counting my shoes To my black hat, it bes like that All my n***as that don't know how to act I roll with scam artists, n***a, what? So don't need to overlook, when your sh** get took This my barbecue, and my barbecue, smell good in the hood Put your money on the wood, make the game go good Understood? "Brooklyn Zu!" ODB [Hook] [Buddha Monk] Yo, this a word from the loose s*uts, a game downtown Ice on neck, oops, a n***a gotta lay down now Never, remember those days, cuz it's still those days Fitted hats now, Lil' Bow Wows and Jay-Z's Different life, little Biggies, little miss, oh, who is she? Rem' mixed with Henny, no thong, star on titties Mr. Boing Boing, a pimp set, so give neck check Never mind who I'm down with, the bet on who's next Thunder gun game, riddle came, beat on brains Switch lanes, rip games, if they short on my change Look what you did now, rude boy, crook with a smile Cuz these fast lane n***as left a gun in my mile [Hook 2X]