Brooklyn Style... Laid Out Lyrics - Singles - Big Daddy Kane

Come on y'all and feel the groove 

Get on down and make your move 

Welcome to the funkiest 

Brooklyn style, laid out like this 

Come on y'all and feel the groove 

Get on down and make your move 

Welcome to the funkiest 

Brooklyn style, laid out like this 

I kicks the flavor good, to represent the neighborhood 

Where I come from, and that's the place of Brooklyn 

Where the grimies are born and bred 

And bullets are like eyeballs, two to the head 

Well is it Brownsville? Time to represent for the map 

where the peeps smoke blunts and like to wear mad gold caps 

The party addict about to explode 

From the 1-1-2, the double-3 ill zip code 

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Parlayin' on the corner, drinkin' 40's shootin' Cee-Lo 

It's a Brooklyn thing, aight? You know our steelo 

And for those who just don't know how it go 

Play like a substitute teacher and act like you know 

So yo, who wanna set it? You better kick your best G 

You and your whole entourage couldn't test me 

I represent for the fo' main 

And if you're not a booty bandit, then niggaz can't hang 

Come on y'all and feel the groove 

Get on down and make your move 

Welcome to the funkiest 

Brooklyn style, laid out like this 

Now, let's get straight down to the point 

I represent for this Brooklyn joint 

Baby pah, where we're takin' it to 

Makin' a few dollars don't mean you gotta forget 

Where you come from and try to be someone 

That you're really not and front with what you got 

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You're gonna be looked at as a black man still so keep it real 

What type of mission can I say you on? 

Because you musta done changed to some Grey Poupon, heh 

I'm really happy to see you blew up 

But always remember my man you grew up 

In the PJ's all your life, in a broken home 

Well alright now 

Up in the PJ's all your life, keepin' it strong, what 

I be the Louis Ave livin', live long lastin' lover 

Bonafied black brother, word to the mother 

Skilled at trades at hand with those who made 

The man with support and always stayed a fan 

My dialectic style is perfected 

In ways you can't imagine rap bein' accepted 

Funk'll slam like a doper jam, pops 

I'm takin mine like taxes with Uncle Sam 

So check out the Asiatic type of flow 

Like water in the Nile, but it's Brooklyn style 

Come on y'all and feel the groove 

Get on down and make your move 

Welcome to the funkiest 

Brooklyn style, laid out like this 

Yo, this is Big Scoob, no practice 

I'm flippin' on niggaz like little kids on that mattress 

You know my style, Baby Pah from the PJ's 

My lyrics so dope, they too fat for local DJ's 

So hear me out, no doubt, no need for screamin' 

My boys in the back, clockin' your jewels, and they schemin' 

Why did they step to me, I hit 'em, bow, bu-dow 

Knocked out his fronts 'cause the kid was mad fragile 

No need for beef chief I'm rollin' mad deep 

So pick up your teeth, I got him shakin' like a leaf 

Not tryin' to scare you, I just wanna aware you 

I bet you won't even look at my face 

(What, what, what) 

I dare you 

Yo nigga please, yo I'm nice with these 

While you're guardin' your grill 

I'll be beatin' up your kidneys 

Me and my boys with the fat tec 9's 

with my joint cocked back, in case a punk tried to take mines 

Where I'm from there's no need for hesitation 

We cock and squeeze, now where's the doctor for this patient? 

He's drippin' blood and now he's down to his last breath 

But he won't make it, cause he knows that my joint is def 

The ill, type of Brooklyn artist 

who rocks the har-dest, regard-less 

who you know and where you're from I pull your file 

(How?) 

Brooklyn style 

Come on y'all and feel the groove 

Get on down and make your move 

Welcome to the funkiest 

Brooklyn style, laid out like this