Ice Prince, Dice Ailes - Brooklyn lyrics

Chopsticks chopsticks ya! miyagi
Ya! oh my! Ye! miyagi
Miyagi ice
Zamani! Twita twita twita ya! I say!
Am out hear poppin for real
And this ain't no joke (this ain't no joke)
How I got this far gat everybody stoked
(everybody stoked)
Am out hear poppin for real
And this ain't no joke (this ain't no joke)
How I got this far gat everybody stoked
(everybody stoked) baba tise o baba tise o
We don comot from brooklyn
Owo tide o owo tide o
We don comot from brooklyn
Baba tise o baba tise o
We don comot from brooklyn
Owo tide o owo tide o
We don comot from brooklyn

Ah! baba tise o baba tise o
We do comot from ghetto
Nigga steady on a ladder the shit
Gat me high likе falsetto
I'll be coming with ladder banging
My chips likе potato
Pulling up in my BMW shit
Is black like a kettle
Its hundred grands upon hundred grands
I wish this niggas gotta understand
I wish this niggas can get
The picture before I
Pull out my chopper in front of them
I got hundreds of hundreds of hundred ways
Been on my mic for a hundred days
I've been in and out of sections teaching
Niggas lessons I predicted will follow me
Eh! 365 am going out of control
Eoh! how many times I wanna tell you my story
Eh! how many times am gonna tell
You my life when am around
They look at me and laugh when
I'll be talking nobody survive
Am out hear poppin for real
And this ain't no joke
How I got this far gat everybody stoked
Am out hear poppin for real
And this ain't no joke
How I got this far gat everybody stoked
Baba tise o baba tise o
We don comot from brooklyn
Owo tide o owo tide o
We don comot from brooklyn
Baba tise o baba tise o
We don comot from brooklyn
Owo tide o owo tide o
We don comot from brooklyn

Shout out my woes in the dark
We gon'make it to the top i gat 99 problems
I ain't worry about a thang
Mama told me boy know yourself
Oh hell I wuda na
Cos lil men jackin my swaaaag
Somebody tell em to stop
I ain't tripping I ain't tripping amma get it
Yeah I was chosen for real my nigga
Bet it boy when I pull up on them shorties
Well I gat oceans for real my nigga
In the kitchen cos I gat all the fries
My neck frozen for real my nigga
Cash rules evrything around me CREAM all
Those are for real my nigga
I gat your broth on my facetime
And she dance alot machinery
I don't even know a word in MB
Godamn they gat part of me
Cos she know say money dey
Stacking mula everyday
Working with the lamb all my pocket
Full of papers now it's everyday
Am out hear poppin for real
And this ain't no joke
How I got this far gat everybody stoked
Am out hear poppin for real
And this ain't no joke
How I got this far gat everybody stoked
Baba tise o baba tise o
We don comot from brooklyn
Owo tide o owo tide o
We don comot from brooklyn
Baba tise o baba tise o
We don comot from brooklyn
Owo tide o owo tide o
We don comot from brooklyn
We don comot from brooklyn brooklyn
We don comot from brooklyn brooklyn
Aii!