Ol' Dirty Bastard - Where Brooklyn At? lyrics

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Ol' Dirty Bastard - Where Brooklyn At? lyrics

Artist: Bekay f/ Ol' Dirty ba*tard Album: The Future of Hip-Hop Is Now Song: Where Brooklyn At? Typed by Davida.b [Intro: Bekay (Ol' Dirty ba*tard)] Haha, yo it's Bekay, you know I had to get Ol' Dirty up on this one, right? (What we want ya'll to do) listen up (we want ya'll to get on up) Get up, get up (Cuz this is Joe Dirt McGirt) Dirt McGirt (and the Bekay) Bekay (the KONMAN) KONMAN (this is that old wicked and wild sh**) Yeah, let em know Dirt Dog, it's Bekay, ya'll better wake up homie [Bekay] Yo yo, these rappers are coming out the closet soon And I don't need a Street Fighter to puff some Sonic Booms These cats act calm, but they break the most Yo, I went on Fear Factor and ate the host! The rhymes stay hard So many hits in New York they told Aron to quit his day job Yo I came for the game, your dame Your fame, your chain, your chick's brain, it's all the same And you gon know my name, I'm thorough B-E-K-A-Y pronounced just like the boro Next best in rap, respect this track Call KONMAN and Kanye to get this track Chicks love when I pick up the bill quicker They wanna be a rich girl like Allie Hilfiger Yo, the game lost, but we took it back Now everybody scream out 'where brooklyn at?' [Chorus: Ol' Dirty ba*tard (Male) {Bekay} *Female*] If you trying to get rich, but your a** still stuck in the hood (hey Ya, hey ya, hey ya) If you're drunk as hell, and that fat chick's looking real good (hey Ya, hey ya, hey ya) {Ladies} You gotta earn this free drink, so why don't cha keep shaking Ya hips *Hey ya Hey ya, hey ya* And wild out to this Bekay KONMAN platinum sh** *hey ya, hey ya, hey ya* [Bekay] Ayo I been here, got the feeling my name's due Ask M.O.P., can I get a Lil Fame too? Why you hating, faking, patiently waiting, debating Rap I'm taking, face it, amazing, I'm blazing I ain't never really heard of you So dissing Bekay, sonny, that's absurd to do Really pa**ing ya'll herbs, see? Put a hole in your chest bigger than a basketball jersey Bekay, destined for fame Been known to shut your favorite club down when I step on the stage Chicks jock me, named the kid co*ky They say real can spot real, so I know ya'll can spot me Honeys spoil me royally I mean I'm around birds so much Colional Sanders pays my roayltys Pound a shot, get messy too If not, pour it on a person standing next to you [Chorus] [Bekay] Yo watch Bekay and follow I don't pa** the courvoisier, I chug it straight out the bottle Gamble in the hood, play cee-lo loco Puertorican mamis say "Don Cito loco" I'm business, the mic is a hobby I can drop dead on the dance floor and still be the life of the party Now fellas, get the condoms ready Take that, honey shake that thing till your bra gets sweaty You say you only drink Cris? Shut up My crew will drink anything as long as it gets us f**ed up I know chicks who slam shots of Hennessey They wakin up next to me the next day, and they don't even remember me Cats tell lies, ya'll loving the fables I got chicks who could drink ya'll under the table It's Bekay, screaming it loud Cuz the future of hip-hop is now [Chorus] [Hook: Ol' Dirty ba*tard (Bekay) {Female}]] Bekay (Say Bekay) Dirt McGirt (say Dirt McGirt) Bekay {Say Bekay} Dirt McGirt {Say Dirt McGirt} Bekay (Say Bekay) Dirt McGirt (Say Dirt McGirt) Bekay {Say Bekay} Dirt McGirt {Say Dirt McGirt} Yo we do it like this (and we out)