Down South - Lost In Brooklyn lyrics
[Down South - Lost In Brooklyn lyrics]
We got lost in Brooklyn yeah
Lost in Brooklyn where?
We got lost in Brooklyn yeah
Lost in Brooklyn "You're in deep - the
Way things are lookin"
Now ah Brooklyn's known to rip a many a show
Have a many of foes
That's what we were told
The plot's in the south but
The setting's in the north
I'ma cool out, clear the voice of course
Cool, clear your vocal
While I step down to the postal
And mail a postcard to my moms
Soon to drop bombs of mine hey yo yo Shawn
Look at them girls in that express line
(What is up with that southern
Twang? - I don't know)
Yeah we drink much tang and
We swing some ding-a-ling
A snake in the grass, that's what I say
So we saddled up a hoochie
Coo'in on a Friday 8PM, it's two of them
It's two of us
We'll ride the bus without a fuss
This is ill, bro
There's a fat red brick in the pillow
She caught me, now I'm sleepy as a willow
Woke up in the morn, no money, no pants
In my drawers and my shirt
Damn, my head hurts
Simultaneously with an instant erection
There were two razors and a gat
Pointed in my man's direction
Now ah what am I to do, cause she's the boss
But never sleep when you're lost in Brooklyn
We got lost in Brooklyn yeah
Lost in Brooklyn where?
We got lost in Brooklyn yeah
Who's lost in Brooklyn
"You're in deep - the
Way things are lookin'"
Brooklyn, man, it's like another
World, man, another planet, yo
I was totally lost, yo
I didn't know where to go, man
Got stuck up for my cash, yo, my money
These girls stuck me up
Been livin here a month and we
Been through some ill - shucks
The girl took my bucks
On the way down the block
We heard the chiddy bang bang bang scatter
We laid like platters and hit the decks
What's next? A perfect description
Fingerprints on the piece
A piece of Junior's Cheesecake?
Nah nah, bro handcuffed upstate on skid row
Falsely accused
Goin to Albee Square to buy shoes
The blues, now we on the news
Man, ya ain't livin' large when you're
Tryin' beat a murder charge
Yo, can I get one phone call, please?
Thank God for the acquittal
Now we in the brownstone
In Brooklyn eatin' vittles
And all of that stuff that goes with the flow
I know how to get lost in Brooklyn
We got lost in Brooklyn yeah
Lost in Brooklyn where?
We got lost in Brooklyn yeah
Who's lost in Brooklyn
"You're in deep - the
Way things are lookin'"
Lost in Brooklyn where?
We got lost in Brooklyn yeah
Lost in Brooklyn "You're in deep - the
Way things are lookin"
Now ah Brooklyn's known to rip a many a show
Have a many of foes
That's what we were told
The plot's in the south but
The setting's in the north
I'ma cool out, clear the voice of course
Cool, clear your vocal
While I step down to the postal
And mail a postcard to my moms
Soon to drop bombs of mine hey yo yo Shawn
Look at them girls in that express line
(What is up with that southern
Twang? - I don't know)
Yeah we drink much tang and
We swing some ding-a-ling
A snake in the grass, that's what I say
So we saddled up a hoochie
Coo'in on a Friday 8PM, it's two of them
It's two of us
We'll ride the bus without a fuss
This is ill, bro
There's a fat red brick in the pillow
She caught me, now I'm sleepy as a willow
Woke up in the morn, no money, no pants
In my drawers and my shirt
Damn, my head hurts
Simultaneously with an instant erection
There were two razors and a gat
Pointed in my man's direction
Now ah what am I to do, cause she's the boss
But never sleep when you're lost in Brooklyn
We got lost in Brooklyn yeah
Lost in Brooklyn where?
We got lost in Brooklyn yeah
Who's lost in Brooklyn
"You're in deep - the
Way things are lookin'"
Brooklyn, man, it's like another
World, man, another planet, yo
I was totally lost, yo
I didn't know where to go, man
Got stuck up for my cash, yo, my money
These girls stuck me up
Been livin here a month and we
Been through some ill - shucks
The girl took my bucks
On the way down the block
We heard the chiddy bang bang bang scatter
We laid like platters and hit the decks
What's next? A perfect description
Fingerprints on the piece
A piece of Junior's Cheesecake?
Nah nah, bro handcuffed upstate on skid row
Falsely accused
Goin to Albee Square to buy shoes
The blues, now we on the news
Man, ya ain't livin' large when you're
Tryin' beat a murder charge
Yo, can I get one phone call, please?
Thank God for the acquittal
Now we in the brownstone
In Brooklyn eatin' vittles
And all of that stuff that goes with the flow
I know how to get lost in Brooklyn
We got lost in Brooklyn yeah
Lost in Brooklyn where?
We got lost in Brooklyn yeah
Who's lost in Brooklyn
"You're in deep - the
Way things are lookin'"