[00:00.09](Go Brooklyn)
[00:03.48]Said what it's like?
[00:05.83]Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers
[00:08.10]Leave dumbass niggas endangered
[00:10.56]It's the real, yo what's the word word?
[00:15.72]Pass the herbs
[00:17.74]Check
[00:20.18]My man Dirty had the buddha just to put me in my right mind
[00:23.50]I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines
[00:25.94]Sight dimes wit' slight closed eyes, I'm slight soba
[00:28.35]Ma you ain't that girl at giving throat so bye
[00:30.70]F it I'm bi-po-la, took shorty to the backroom
[00:33.28]Play charades, she actin like a vacuum
[00:36.26]Showed her to the door before the afternoon
[00:38.30]She fell hard on the floor, so you know that she'll be back soon
[00:41.45]Fake MC's get their reps ruined
[00:43.75]Young villain hop up on the track then the track doomed
[00:46.36]Click-clack-boom, resurrecting Boom-Bap from the tombs
[00:49.16]Raps crack like crack in c*****e stashes
[00:51.03]Back in this mood, back on the move
[00:53.71]It's the mother****ing real, shit chill act cool
[00:56.29]Pay respect to the cat Drew
[00:58.59]And I'm way too blessed to be throwing shots at you
[01:01.82]Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
[01:06.87]Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
[01:12.04]I'm tryna find my own lane, in this freeway of life
[01:14.07]Just remember home boy there ain't no free way to life
[01:16.58]My nigga it's gon cost you, try not to lose your soul
[01:19.78]To the rims, hoes, and gold
[01:21.60]'Cause once the devil grab hold, that nigga ain't letting go
[01:24.28]And I'm far from religious, I just know right and wrong
[01:26.87]I know how to write these songs, I know how to light these bongs
[01:29.40]I know how to rip thongs and I'm pretty good at beer pong
[01:32.46]Niggas, I'm so crazy, nigga I'm loco
[01:35.24]Gassed up like Sunoco, press the pedal through the floor
[01:37.77]Niggas we out the door, Vroom vroom skuuurrt
[01:40.02]**** love don't live here no more
[01:42.15]Cause her weave look faker than her Louie bag
[01:45.82]Weak chick I tried to bag, had the nerve to turn me down
[01:47.65]Heard this song and turned around
[01:49.20]Now she want me to unzip her pants
[01:51.16]But I'm gone, b***h missed her chance
[01:53.12]Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
[01:58.09]Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
[02:03.13]Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
[02:08.46]Big ups to Brooklyn, (Check)home of the era
[02:12.85]I got sick of class, started making classics
[02:15.96]Now all I really do is get the grass lit and bust asses
[02:18.62]I'm sure to blow like bust acid
[02:21.02]Puff, assist like Maravich, a true Maverick
[02:23.52]And I average above average on an average day
[02:25.64]Doing bad b***h bet you still can’t pass this
[02:28.69]And his teacher still pass him
[02:30.55]Though they adolescents be addin' rappin' sessions over addin' lessons
[02:33.92]Like ****ing trigonometry, I’m trying to multiply monopolies
[02:36.42]Subtract some homies then divide the cheese
[02:38.83]Divide legs just to isosceles so my eyes can see through the E
[02:42.22]Shit on you hypotheses
[02:43.66]Hypocrisy after essence like apostrophes
[02:46.14]You can’t stand here unless you pay a posture fee
[02:48.97]Part the cheese, head out the spot and leave
[02:51.36]A pile of G's for apology
[02:53.74]Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers
[02:59.57]Leavin' dumbass niggas endangered
[03:04.54]Danger, danger
[03:09.51]Joey Bad leavin’ dumbass niggas in danger...
[03:14.88]

(Go Brooklyn)
Said what it's like?
Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers
Leave dumbass niggas endangered
It's the real, yo what's the word word?
Pass the herbs
Check
My man Dirty had the buddha just to put me in my right mind
I rhyme stoned, drop jewels and bright lines
Sight dimes wit' slight closed eyes, I'm slight soba
Ma you ain't that girl at giving throat so bye
F it I'm bi-po-la, took shorty to the backroom
Play charades, she actin like a vacuum
Showed her to the door before the afternoon
She fell hard on the floor, so you know that she'll be back soon
Fake MC's get their reps ruined
Young villain hop up on the track then the track doomed
Click-clack-boom, resurrecting Boom-Bap from the tombs
Raps crack like crack in c*****e stashes
Back in this mood, back on the move
It's the mother****ing real, shit chill act cool
Pay respect to the cat Drew
And I'm way too blessed to be throwing shots at you
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
I'm tryna find my own lane, in this freeway of life
Just remember home boy there ain't no free way to life
My nigga it's gon cost you, try not to lose your soul
To the rims, hoes, and gold
'Cause once the devil grab hold, that nigga ain't letting go
And I'm far from religious, I just know right and wrong
I know how to write these songs, I know how to light these bongs
I know how to rip thongs and I'm pretty good at beer pong
Niggas, I'm so crazy, nigga I'm loco
Gassed up like Sunoco, press the pedal through the floor
Niggas we out the door, Vroom vroom skuuurrt
**** love don't live here no more
Cause her weave look faker than her Louie bag
Weak chick I tried to bag, had the nerve to turn me down
Heard this song and turned around
Now she want me to unzip her pants
But I'm gone, b***h missed her chance
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the era
Big ups to Brooklyn, home of the realest
Big ups to Brooklyn, (Check)home of the era
I got sick of class, started making classics
Now all I really do is get the grass lit and bust asses
I'm sure to blow like bust acid
Puff, assist like Maravich, a true Maverick
And I average above average on an average day
Doing bad b***h bet you still can’t pass this
And his teacher still pass him
Though they adolescents be addin' rappin' sessions over addin' lessons
Like ****ing trigonometry, I’m trying to multiply monopolies
Subtract some homies then divide the cheese
Divide legs just to isosceles so my eyes can see through the E
Shit on you hypotheses
Hypocrisy after essence like apostrophes
You can’t stand here unless you pay a posture fee
Part the cheese, head out the spot and leave
A pile of G's for apology
Joey Bad and Chuck Strangers
Leavin' dumbass niggas endangered
Danger, danger
Joey Bad leavin’ dumbass niggas in danger...