Bekay, Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Where Brooklyn At? lyrics

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 shit)
Yeah, let em know Dirt Dog, it's Bekay
Ya'll better wake up homie

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 hit's 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?'

If you trying to get rich
But your ass 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 shit hey ya, hey ya, hey ya

Ayo I been here
Got the feeling my name's due
Ask MOP, 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 passing 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 cocky
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

If you trying to get rich
But your ass 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 shit hey ya, hey ya, hey ya

Yo watch Bekay and follow
I don't pass 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 fucked 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

If you trying to get rich
But your ass 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 shit hey ya, hey ya, hey ya
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)