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Not hardly\nBrooklyn, the name alone holds Godly\nYou don't know? You better ask somebody\nCrack-filled streets since '85\nThe beast getting paid to not bust\nHookers' drawers got crust\nClaps clapping regular, hardcore niggas with\nFat gold chains on the corner maintaining\nGold teeth flashing, stickup kids playing in front of\nLatin Quarters, keep home your daughters\n'Cause if bullets fly, watch the flaming\nIgnorant ducks are shooting, wilding, they're not aiming\nOne Easter, now, to think about it, what a pity\nFive people died in front of Skate City\nSenseless, back then you was ill if you had a gun\nPeople gash you and flash you, damn, no fun\nAlbee Square, you couldn't shop too much 'cause\nFort Greene would hem you, wreck the fuck on up\nYou had do or die, East New York, mad hell\nFellas cutting school, trooping to all go Maxwell\nSo many memories I can't manifest\nYo, 'Ru, start where I finish and to Brooklyn, God bless\nYeah, we represent\n(Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n(Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter)\n(Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n(Because it is survival of the fittest)\n(Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n(Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter)\n(Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n(Because it is survival of the fittest)\nListen 'cause for your mind, I got the right nutrition\nWe keep shit hard like fat asses and cases of Heineken\nHere in Brooklyn, home of the warrior and villain\nTrife type chicks, \"Top Billin'\"s the anthem\nRastas smoke marijuana\nEnterprising businessmen shoot dice on the corner\nExcuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip\nSo bullets hit brains when bottles hit lips\nClips, whatever happened to .38 Specials?\nNow it's Desert Eagles, government issue\nProbably the same one that killed Noriega\nChips that power nuclear bombs power my Sega\nSubliminal hypnotism and colonialism\nLeave most niggas dead or in prison\nIn Crookland, right hand cuts off the left hand\nTo spite the hand, jealous of the next man\nSo violent crimes black-on-black, plus mad crack to boot\nEverybody can't rap, so most hustle and shoot\nMake money money, get money, take money\nI can't understand that concept 'cause Jah rules everything around me\nFire burns the unjust like arson, larceny\nMelt emcees with mental telepathy\nWith precision, we're slicing and dicing\nPeace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson\n(Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n(Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter)\n(Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n(Because it is survival of the fittest)\n(Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n(Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter)\n(Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n(Because it is survival of the fittest)\n(Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n(Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter)\n(Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n(Because it is survival of the fittest)\n(Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n(Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter)\n(Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n(Because it is survival of the fittest)\n(Brooklyn)\n(Brooklyn)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.45] (Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn)\n[00:03.11] (Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough)\n[00:05.60] (Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn)\n[00:08.02] (Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough)\n[00:10.65] We did it like that and now we do it like this\n[00:13.04] We did it like that and now we do it like this\n[00:18.58] Yeah\n[00:20.63] Now clock kids, who got the cocaine?\n[00:23.71] Don't tell me it's the little kids on Soul Train\n[00:26.25] The metaphor sent from my brain to my jaw\n[00:28.49] It comes from other places, not the tinted faces\n[00:30.93] Journalistic values are yellow and then, of course, falters\n[00:33.60] You'll watch Channel Zero with that bitch Barbara Walters\n[00:36.49] She'll have you believe Black invented crack\n[00:38.70] When President Lyndon had the formula way back\n[00:41.00] In '63 with Kennedy, yes, the double cross\n[00:43.78] Remember that's when they blow his fucking head off\n[00:46.61] Vietnam vets come back looking like\n[00:48.81] One-armed pets, Nixon bounced pure checks\n[00:51.72] No picket fence, no job, no 8-cylinder car\n[00:54.85] Blue-collar turns to bourgeois\n[00:56.80] Depressed in your chest, Demerol\n[00:59.21] For sess, no dough, crack in vials much less\n[01:01.97] Whitey can sell on the corners of Bushwick\n[01:04.50] Whitey can sell on the corners of Flatbush\n[01:07.07] Whiteys can sell on the corners of Bed-Stuy\n[01:09.63] Pass the torch to that nigga guy\n[01:11.66] So just die, nigga, die, nigga\n[01:14.64] You're too black, you can't handle, you're too strong\n[01:16.96] Get high, fly, clock, next boost your steel\n[01:19.71] In '95, we take back Ebbets Field\n[01:29.77] (Now let's take a sec to think back)\n[01:32.53] Brooklyn, traveling distance to party\n[01:35.09] Brooklyn, absent at functions? Not hardly\n[01:37.72] Brooklyn, the name alone holds Godly\n[01:40.34] You don't know? You better ask somebody\n[01:42.86] Crack-filled streets since '85\n[01:44.68] The beast getting paid to not bust\n[01:46.49] Hookers' drawers got crust\n[01:47.98] Claps clapping regular, hardcore niggas with\n[01:50.59] Fat gold chains on the corner maintaining\n[01:53.17] Gold teeth flashing, stickup kids playing in front of\n[01:56.11] Latin Quarters, keep home your daughters\n[01:58.17] 'Cause if bullets fly, watch the flaming\n[02:00.08] Ignorant ducks are shooting, wilding, they're not aiming\n[02:03.04] One Easter, now, to think about it, what a pity\n[02:05.93] Five people died in front of Skate City\n[02:08.24] Senseless, back then you was ill if you had a gun\n[02:10.92] People gash you and flash you, damn, no fun\n[02:13.57] Albee Square, you couldn't shop too much 'cause\n[02:16.04] Fort Greene would hem you, wreck the fuck on up\n[02:18.37] You had do or die, East New York, mad hell\n[02:21.30] Fellas cutting school, trooping to all go Maxwell\n[02:24.06] So many memories I can't manifest\n[02:26.07] Yo, 'Ru, start where I finish and to Brooklyn, God bless\n[02:31.19] Yeah, we represent\n[02:34.49] (Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n[02:36.79] (Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter)\n[02:39.73] (Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n[02:41.99] (Because it is survival of the fittest)\n[02:44.99] (Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n[02:47.32] (Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter)\n[02:50.08] (Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids)\n[02:52.20] (Because it is survival of the fittest)\n[02:54.48] Listen 'cause for your mind, I got the right nutrition\n[02:56.71] We keep shit hard like fat asses and cases of Heineken\n[02:59.43] Here in Brooklyn, home of the warrior and villain\n[03:02.22] Trife type chicks, \"Top Billin'\"s the anthem\n[03:04.96] Rastas smoke marijuana\n[03:06.68] Enterprising businessmen shoot dice on the corner\n[03:09.89] Excuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip\n[03:12.37] So bullets hit brains when bottles hit lips\n[03:14.99] Clips, whatever happened to .38 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Demerol\n For sess, no dough, crack in vials much less\n Whitey can sell on the corners of Bushwick\n Whitey can sell on the corners of Flatbush\n Whiteys can sell on the corners of Bed-Stuy\n Pass the torch to that nigga guy\n So just die, nigga, die, nigga\n You're too black, you can't handle, you're too strong\n Get high, fly, clock, next boost your steel\n In '95, we take back Ebbets Field\n (Now let's take a sec to think back)\n Brooklyn, traveling distance to party\n Brooklyn, absent at functions? 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count now is one and one\n To Jackie Robinson... Billy Martin...\n\n [CHORUS]\n Straight from Crooklyn\n Better known as Brooklyn\n Never taking shorts\n Cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\n Panic, as another manic depressive\n Adolescent stares at death\n Now, what's left\n\n When there ain't no God\n And a whole lot of pride\n It might be a homicide\n So let the drama slide\n\n We don't want no problems, B\n Get your name in\n The obituary column sheet\n\n Cause life is too short\n And it just gets shorter\n I wish I had a quarter for\n All my people they slaughtered\n\n Last year alone in the Dead Zone\n Walk straight but don't walk late\n Cause I'm coming with a hate\n Only made from what it made me\n Cause nobody ever played me\n\n Now it's only getting worse\n Buckshot and Ase\n In the land of the waste\n Kicking you in your face\n\n We be doing it up Crooklyn style\n What does it take to get you wild\n My mentality is getting iller, killer\n Instinct that's trying to infiltrate, but wait\n\n I know you wanna enter\n But I can't let you in\n My mind state's the maddest\n I'm gone with the wind\n\n Because it is survival of the fittest\n When the shit hits the fan\n I got my shank in my hand\n\n Black man with the permanent tan\n I come from the 'ville\n And never ran, damn\n\n I'm feeling another part of reality\n Hit me when I represent the F.A.P.\n Straight from the 'ville\n Tilden played the building\n I mean literally\n When I say I make a killing\n\n For my cypher\n See, I'm finning to bust a piper\n Original heads represent\n The Brooklyn all nighter\n\n Do or die\n I'm saying it's you and I\n Bring your click so we can get\n Stone like Family Sly\n\n Peace to C.I. and the Bush\n Might even see Ruck\n And the Rock giving the push\n\n [Repeat CHORUS 2x]\n\n We did it like that\n And now we do it like this\n We did it like that\n And now we do it like this\n\n Go inside your mind\n And find a time that you miss\n And just think about\n The steel in your fist\n\n It's just an extension of your arm\n It's that ghetto type of charm\n That makes all the homeboys swarm\n\n Can I drop the bomb\n Oh, yes, I can\n Move with the groove\n Smooth like Geechie Dan\n\n Who is the man\n That kid there\n Who is the chick\n With the pick in her hair\n\n Angela, uhh, Davis\n And we roll like Avis\n Rent-a-Car kid, there you are\n\n You know where to find me\n Whenever you need me\n If you know the Ave, follow the path\n To the land of the aftermath\n\n But don't frolic in the midst\n Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\n Cause they always throwing\n A body on my lawn\n\n I'm getting a Rottweiler without a collar\n Get off my block, boy\n And give me a dollar for the trouble\n Or get blown up like a bubble\n\n Let's take a sec to think back\n The year of the seven-oh\n When Brooklyn was the place to go\n\n Flow on a journey up to Crown Heights\n Ebbets Field, feel the reel to reel\n On your life\n\n Trife individuals live in the PJ's\n Dee Evil, check my DJ\n Hey, play what I wanna play in the day\n But in the night, I feel the right took a left\n\n Bucktown, Brooklyn, break it down\n Heads from state to state\n Travel as I unravel the rate\n\n How it tapped Scott and Sutter\n I remember way back in the days\n Playing hot peas and butter\n\n Brother, if you want another lesson\n Crooklyn session\n Take it back, black Smith and Wesson\n\n Press your luck\n You get stuck by Buck\n For your bucks\n\n Masta Ase has the taste\n For ducks and duck sauce\n So tell Lord Digga\n Dig a grave for the bones\n\n Sticks and stones\n While I kick some ancient poems\n Through your domes\n Act went back\n To attack your homes\n\n So, Tip, can I flip\n (Yes, you can)\n I'm in the World War\n With Muhammad, my man\n\n Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger\n Uh-huh, what's happening\n To ReRun and Roger\n\n I think I seen 'em wearing Timberlands\n And running down the block\n From D'Wayne and\n D'Wayne had a glock\n\n Cause he be selling rock\n For the Partridge Family\n And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E\n And he be pimping Chrissy\n From Three's Company\n\n Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry\n This is a 70's thing from the days\n When kids didn't act so crazed\n In Crooklyn\n\n [Repeat CHORUS 2x]\n\n Robinson waits, here comes the pitch\n And there goes a line drive to left field\n Slaughter's after it\n He leaps and it's over his head\n\n Against the wall\n Here comes Gilliam scoring\n Brooklyn wins, Brooklyn wins\n Brooklyn wins\n"},{"id":5999120,"name":"Return Of The Crooklyn Dodgers","trackName":"Return Of The Crooklyn Dodgers","artistName":"Crooklyn Dodgers '95","albumName":"Return Of The Crooklyn Dodgers","duration":253.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Straight from Crooklyn\nBetter known as Brooklyn\nNever taking shorts\nCause Brooklyn's the borough\n\nWe did it like that\nAnd now we do it like this\nWe did it like that\nAnd now we do it like this\n\nHeh heh heh, yeah\n\nNow clock, kids\nWho got the cocaine\nDon't tell me it's the\nLittle kids on Soul Train\n\nThe meta-force it\nI put my brain to my jaw\nIt comes from other places\nNot the tinted faces\n\nJournalistic values are yellow\nAnd then of course falters\nYou watch Channel Zero\nWith that bitch Barbara Walters\n\nShe'll have you believe\nBlack invented crack\nWhen President Lyndon\nHad the formula way back\n\nIn sixty-three with Kennedy\nYes, the double cross\nRemember that's when they\nBlew his fucking head off\n\nVietnam vets come back\nLooking like one-armed pests\nNixon bombs, here attached\n\nNo picket fence, no job\nNo Hazel in the car\nBlue collar turns to bourgeoise\n\nDepressed in your chest\nDemarol for sess\nLow dough, crack in veils\nMuch less\n\nWhite, he can sell\nOn the corners of Bushwick\nWhite, he can sell\nOn the corners of Flatbush\nWhiteys can sell\nOn the corners of Bed-Stuy\nPass the torch to that nigga guy\n\nSo just die, nigga, die, nigga\nYou're too black, you're can't handle\nYou're too strong\n\nGet high, fly clock\nNext boost, you steal\nIn ninety-five\nWe take back Ebbets Field\n\nLet's take a sec to think back\n\nCrooklyn, traveling distance to party\nCrooklyn, abstinant functions, not hardly\nBrooklyn, the name alone holds Godly\nYou don't know, you better ask somebody\n\nCrack filled streets\nSince eighty-five the beast\nGetting paid to not bust\nHookers drawers got crushed\n\nClaps clapping regular\nHardcore niggaz with fat gold chains\nOn the corner maintaining\n\nGold teeth flashing\nStick-up kids play in\nThe front of Latin Quarters\nKeep home your daughters\n\nCause if bullets fly, watch the flaming\nIgnorant ducks are shooting, wilding\nThey're not aiming\n\nOne needs to, gotta\nThink about it, what a pity\nFive people died\nIn front of Skate City\n\nSenseless back then\nYou was I'll if you had a gun\nPeople dashing, flashing\nDamn, no fun\n\nOn the square\nYou couldn't shop too much\nCause Fort Greene would hem you\nWreck the fuck on up\n\nYou had do or die\nEast New York, mad Hell\nFellas cutting 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Billy Martin...\n\n [CHORUS]\n Straight from Crooklyn\n Better known as Brooklyn\n Never taking shorts\n Cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\n Panic, as another manic depressive\n Adolescent stares at death\n Now, what's left\n\n When there ain't no God\n And a whole lot of pride\n It might be a homicide\n So let the drama slide\n\n We don't want no problems, B\n Get your name in\n The obituary column sheet\n\n Cause life is too short\n And it just gets shorter\n I wish I had a quarter for\n All my people they slaughtered\n\n Last year alone in the Dead Zone\n Walk straight but don't walk late\n Cause I'm coming with a hate\n Only made from what it made me\n Cause nobody ever played me\n\n Now it's only getting worse\n Buckshot and Ase\n In the land of the waste\n Kicking you in your face\n\n We be doing it up Crooklyn style\n What does it take to get you wild\n My mentality is getting iller, killer\n Instinct that's trying to infiltrate, but wait\n\n I know you wanna enter\n But I can't let you in\n My mind state's the maddest\n I'm gone with the wind\n\n Because it is survival of the fittest\n When the shit hits the fan\n I got my shank in my hand\n\n Black man with the permanent tan\n I come from the 'ville\n And never ran, damn\n\n I'm feeling another part of reality\n Hit me when I represent the F.A.P.\n Straight from the 'ville\n Tilden played the building\n I mean literally\n When I say I make a killing\n\n For my cypher\n See, I'm finning to bust a piper\n Original heads represent\n The Brooklyn all nighter\n\n Do or die\n I'm saying it's you and I\n Bring your click so we can get\n Stone like Family Sly\n\n Peace to C.I. and the Bush\n Might even see Ruck\n And the Rock giving the push\n\n [Repeat CHORUS 2x]\n\n We did it like that\n And now we do it like this\n We did it like that\n And now we do it like this\n\n Go inside your mind\n And find a time that you miss\n And just think about\n The steel in your fist\n\n It's just an extension of your arm\n It's that ghetto type of charm\n That makes all the homeboys swarm\n\n Can I drop the bomb\n Oh, yes, I can\n Move with the groove\n Smooth like Geechie Dan\n\n Who is the man\n That kid there\n Who is the chick\n With the pick in her hair\n\n Angela, uhh, Davis\n And we roll like Avis\n Rent-a-Car kid, there you are\n\n You know where to find me\n Whenever you need me\n If you know the Ave, follow the path\n To the land of the aftermath\n\n But don't frolic in the midst\n Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\n Cause they always throwing\n A body on my lawn\n\n I'm getting a Rottweiler without a collar\n Get off my block, boy\n And give me a dollar for the trouble\n Or get blown up like a bubble\n\n Let's take a sec to think back\n The year of the seven-oh\n When Brooklyn was the place to go\n\n Flow on a journey up to Crown Heights\n Ebbets Field, feel the reel to reel\n On your life\n\n Trife individuals live in the PJ's\n Dee Evil, check my DJ\n Hey, play what I wanna play in the day\n But in the night, I feel the right took a left\n\n Bucktown, Brooklyn, break it down\n Heads from state to state\n Travel as I unravel the rate\n\n How it tapped Scott and Sutter\n I remember way back in the days\n Playing hot peas and butter\n\n Brother, if you want another lesson\n Crooklyn session\n Take it back, black Smith and Wesson\n\n Press your luck\n You get stuck by Buck\n For your bucks\n\n Masta Ase has the taste\n For ducks and duck sauce\n So tell Lord Digga\n Dig a grave for the bones\n\n Sticks and stones\n While I kick some ancient poems\n Through your domes\n Act went back\n To attack your homes\n\n So, Tip, can I flip\n (Yes, you can)\n I'm in the World War\n With Muhammad, my man\n\n Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger\n Uh-huh, what's happening\n To ReRun and Roger\n\n I think I seen 'em wearing Timberlands\n And running down the block\n From D'Wayne and\n D'Wayne had a glock\n\n Cause he be selling rock\n For the Partridge Family\n And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E\n And he be pimping Chrissy\n From Three's Company\n\n Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry\n This is a 70's thing from the days\n When kids didn't act so crazed\n In Crooklyn\n\n [Repeat CHORUS 2x]\n\n Robinson waits, here comes the pitch\n And there goes a line drive to left field\n Slaughter's after it\n He leaps and it's over his head\n\n Against the wall\n Here comes Gilliam scoring\n Brooklyn wins, Brooklyn wins\n Brooklyn wins\n"},{"id":7069797,"name":"Crooklyn","trackName":"Crooklyn","artistName":"The Crooklyn Dodgers","albumName":"Crooklyn, Volume 1","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here comes the pitch and it comes in wide\nAnd the count now is one and one\nTo Jackie Robinson... Billy Martin...\n\n[CHORUS]\nStraight from Crooklyn\nBetter known as Brooklyn\nNever taking shorts\nCause Brooklyn's the borough\n\nPanic, as another manic depressive\nAdolescent stares at death\nNow, what's left\n\nWhen there ain't no God\nAnd a whole lot of pride\nIt might be a homicide\nSo let the drama slide\n\nWe don't want no problems, B\nGet your name in\nThe obituary column sheet\n\nCause life is too short\nAnd it just gets shorter\nI wish I had a quarter for\nAll my people they slaughtered\n\nLast year alone in the Dead Zone\nWalk straight but don't walk late\nCause I'm coming with a hate\nOnly made from what it made me\nCause nobody ever played me\n\nNow it's only getting worse\nBuckshot and Ase\nIn the land of the waste\nKicking you in your face\n\nWe be doing it up Crooklyn style\nWhat does it take to get you wild\nMy mentality is getting iller, killer\nInstinct that's trying to infiltrate, but wait\n\nI know you wanna enter\nBut I can't let you in\nMy mind state's the maddest\nI'm gone with the wind\n\nBecause it is survival of the fittest\nWhen the shit hits the fan\nI got my shank in my hand\n\nBlack man with the permanent tan\nI come from the 'ville\nAnd never ran, damn\n\nI'm feeling another part of reality\nHit me when I represent the F.A.P.\nStraight from the 'ville\nTilden played the building\nI mean literally\nWhen I say I make a killing\n\nFor my cypher\nSee, I'm finning to bust a piper\nOriginal heads represent\nThe Brooklyn all nighter\n\nDo or die\nI'm saying it's you and I\nBring your click so we can get\nStone like Family Sly\n\nPeace to C.I. and the Bush\nMight even see Ruck\nAnd the Rock giving the push\n\n[Repeat CHORUS 2x]\n\nWe did it like that\nAnd now we do it like this\nWe did it like that\nAnd now we do it like this\n\nGo inside your mind\nAnd find a time that you miss\nAnd just think about\nThe steel in your fist\n\nIt's just an extension of your arm\nIt's that ghetto type of charm\nThat makes all the homeboys swarm\n\nCan I drop the bomb\nOh, yes, I can\nMove with the groove\nSmooth like Geechie Dan\n\nWho is the man\nThat kid there\nWho is the chick\nWith the pick in her hair\n\nAngela, uhh, Davis\nAnd we roll like Avis\nRent-a-Car kid, there you are\n\nYou know where to find me\nWhenever you need me\nIf you know the Ave, follow the path\nTo the land of the aftermath\n\nBut don't frolic in the midst\nCrazy ass Crooklyn kids\nCause they always throwing\nA body on my lawn\n\nI'm getting a Rottweiler without a collar\nGet off my block, boy\nAnd give me a dollar for the trouble\nOr get blown up like a bubble\n\nLet's take a sec to think back\nThe year of the seven-oh\nWhen Brooklyn was the place to go\n\nFlow on a journey up to Crown Heights\nEbbets Field, feel the reel to reel\nOn your life\n\nTrife individuals live in the PJ's\nDee Evil, check my DJ\nHey, play what I wanna play in the day\nBut in the night, I feel the right took a left\n\nBucktown, Brooklyn, break it down\nHeads from state to state\nTravel as I unravel the rate\n\nHow it tapped Scott and Sutter\nI remember way back in the days\nPlaying hot peas and butter\n\nBrother, if you want another lesson\nCrooklyn session\nTake it back, black Smith and Wesson\n\nPress your luck\nYou get stuck by Buck\nFor your bucks\n\nMasta Ase has the taste\nFor ducks and duck sauce\nSo tell Lord Digga\nDig a grave for the bones\n\nSticks and stones\nWhile I kick some ancient poems\nThrough your domes\nAct went back\nTo attack your homes\n\nSo, Tip, can I flip\n(Yes, you can)\nI'm in the World War\nWith Muhammad, my man\n\nFeels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger\nUh-huh, what's happening\nTo ReRun and Roger\n\nI think I seen 'em wearing Timberlands\nAnd running down the block\nFrom D'Wayne and\nD'Wayne had a glock\n\nCause he be selling rock\nFor the Partridge Family\nAnd Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E\nAnd he be pimping Chrissy\nFrom Three's Company\n\nPlus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry\nThis is a 70's thing from the days\nWhen kids didn't act so crazed\nIn Crooklyn\n\n[Repeat CHORUS 2x]\n\nRobinson waits, here comes the pitch\nAnd there goes a line drive to left field\nSlaughter's after it\nHe leaps and it's over his head\n\nAgainst the wall\nHere comes Gilliam scoring\nBrooklyn wins, Brooklyn wins\nBrooklyn wins","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.94] Here comes the pitch and it comes in wide\n[00:02.64] And the count now is one and one\n[00:04.51] To Jackie Robinson... Billy Martin...\n[00:06.86] [CHORUS]\n[00:07.88] Straight from Crooklyn\n[00:08.66] Better known as Brooklyn\n[00:09.99] Never taking shorts\n[00:11.07] Cause Brooklyn's the borough\n[00:11.95] Panic, as another manic depressive\n[00:13.88] Adolescent stares at death\n[00:16.14] Now, what's left\n[00:17.12] When there ain't no God\n[00:18.22] And a whole lot of pride\n[00:19.48] It might be a homicide\n[00:21.17] So let the drama slide\n[00:22.34] We don't want no problems, B\n[00:24.56] Get your name in\n[00:25.75] The obituary column sheet\n[00:26.94] Cause life is too short\n[00:28.40] And it just gets shorter\n[00:29.66] I wish I had a quarter for\n[00:31.31] All my people they slaughtered\n[00:32.77] Last year alone in the Dead Zone\n[00:34.93] Walk straight but don't walk late\n[00:37.28] Cause I'm coming with a hate\n[00:38.71] Only made from what it made me\n[00:40.34] Cause nobody ever played me\n[00:41.72] Now it's only getting worse\n[00:43.61] Buckshot and Ase\n[00:44.86] 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hair\n[02:12.87] Angela, uhh, Davis\n[02:14.41] And we roll like Avis\n[02:15.84] Rent-a-Car kid, there you are\n[02:17.41] You know where to find me\n[02:19.11] Whenever you need me\n[02:20.49] If you know the Ave, follow the path\n[02:22.71] To the land of the aftermath\n[02:24.85] But don't frolic in the midst\n[02:26.15] Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\n[02:27.85] Cause they always throwing\n[02:29.25] A body on my lawn\n[02:30.58] I'm getting a Rottweiler without a collar\n[02:32.42] Get off my block, boy\n[02:34.43] And give me a dollar for the trouble\n[02:36.34] Or get blown up like a bubble\n[02:37.99] Let's take a sec to think back\n[02:39.83] The year of the seven-oh\n[02:41.71] When Brooklyn was the place to go\n[02:43.32] Flow on a journey up to Crown Heights\n[02:45.33] Ebbets Field, feel the reel to reel\n[02:47.18] On your life\n[02:48.37] Trife individuals live in the PJ's\n[02:50.25] Dee Evil, check my DJ\n[02:52.79] Hey, play what I wanna play in the day\n[02:55.43] But in the night, I feel the right took a left\n[02:58.17] Bucktown, Brooklyn, break it down\n[02:59.66] Heads from state to state\n[03:01.45] Travel as I unravel the rate\n[03:03.03] How it tapped Scott and Sutter\n[03:04.75] I remember way back in the days\n[03:06.84] Playing hot peas and butter\n[03:08.20] Brother, if you want another lesson\n[03:10.06] Crooklyn session\n[03:11.57] Take it back, black Smith and Wesson\n[03:12.71] Press your luck\n[03:14.28] You get stuck by Buck\n[03:15.45] For your bucks\n[03:16.61] Masta Ase has the taste\n[03:18.23] For ducks and duck sauce\n[03:19.91] So tell Lord Digga\n[03:21.17] Dig a grave for the bones\n[03:22.39] Sticks and stones\n[03:23.99] While I kick some ancient poems\n[03:25.79] Through your domes\n[03:26.82] Act went back\n[03:27.93] To attack your homes\n[03:29.88] So, Tip, can I flip\n[03:30.65] (Yes, you can)\n[03:31.44] I'm in the World War\n[03:32.30] With Muhammad, my man\n[03:33.49] Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger\n[03:35.82] Uh-huh, what's happening\n[03:37.48] To ReRun and Roger\n[03:38.55] I think I seen 'em wearing Timberlands\n[03:39.92] And running down the block\n[03:41.21] From D'Wayne and\n[03:42.72] D'Wayne had a glock\n[03:43.89] Cause he be selling rock\n[03:45.07] For the Partridge Family\n[03:46.25] And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E\n[03:47.64] And he be pimping Chrissy\n[03:48.71] From Three's Company\n[03:50.15] Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry\n[03:53.40] This is a 70's thing from the days\n[03:55.78] When kids didn't act so crazed\n[03:58.96] In Crooklyn\n[03:59.98] [Repeat CHORUS 2x]\n[04:00.94] Robinson waits, here comes the pitch\n[04:09.28] And there goes a line drive to left field\n[04:11.42] Slaughter's after it\n[04:13.65] He leaps and it's over his head\n[04:16.96] Against the wall\n[04:18.02] Here comes Gilliam scoring\n[04:19.45] Brooklyn wins, Brooklyn wins\n[04:20.85] Brooklyn wins\n[04:22.63] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Crooklyn\n artist: The 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Billy Martin...\n\n [CHORUS]\n Straight from Crooklyn\n Better known as Brooklyn\n Never taking shorts\n Cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\n Panic, as another manic depressive\n Adolescent stares at death\n Now, what's left\n\n When there ain't no God\n And a whole lot of pride\n It might be a homicide\n So let the drama slide\n\n We don't want no problems, B\n Get your name in\n The obituary column sheet\n\n Cause life is too short\n And it just gets shorter\n I wish I had a quarter for\n All my people they slaughtered\n\n Last year alone in the Dead Zone\n Walk straight but don't walk late\n Cause I'm coming with a hate\n Only made from what it made me\n Cause nobody ever played me\n\n Now it's only getting worse\n Buckshot and Ase\n In the land of the waste\n Kicking you in your face\n\n We be doing it up Crooklyn style\n What does it take to get you wild\n My mentality is getting iller, killer\n Instinct that's trying to infiltrate, but wait\n\n I know you wanna enter\n But I can't let you in\n My mind state's the maddest\n I'm gone with the wind\n\n Because it is survival of the fittest\n When the shit hits the fan\n I got my shank in my hand\n\n Black man with the permanent tan\n I come from the 'ville\n And never ran, damn\n\n I'm feeling another part of reality\n Hit me when I represent the F.A.P.\n Straight from the 'ville\n Tilden played the building\n I mean literally\n When I say I make a killing\n\n For my cypher\n See, I'm finning to bust a piper\n Original heads represent\n The Brooklyn all nighter\n\n Do or die\n I'm saying it's you and I\n Bring your click so we can get\n Stone like Family Sly\n\n Peace to C.I. and the Bush\n Might even see Ruck\n And the Rock giving the push\n\n [Repeat CHORUS 2x]\n\n We did it like that\n And now we do it like this\n We did it like that\n And now we do it like this\n\n Go inside your mind\n And find a time that you miss\n And just think about\n The steel in your fist\n\n It's just an extension of your arm\n It's that ghetto type of charm\n That makes all the homeboys swarm\n\n Can I drop the bomb\n Oh, yes, I can\n Move with the groove\n Smooth like Geechie Dan\n\n Who is the man\n That kid there\n Who is the chick\n With the pick in her hair\n\n Angela, uhh, Davis\n And we roll like Avis\n Rent-a-Car kid, there you are\n\n You know where to find me\n Whenever you need me\n If you know the Ave, follow the path\n To the land of the aftermath\n\n But don't frolic in the midst\n Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\n Cause they always throwing\n A body on my lawn\n\n I'm getting a Rottweiler without a collar\n Get off my block, boy\n And give me a dollar for the trouble\n Or get blown up like a bubble\n\n Let's take a sec to think back\n The year of the seven-oh\n When Brooklyn was the place to go\n\n Flow on a journey up to Crown Heights\n Ebbets Field, feel the reel to reel\n On your life\n\n Trife individuals live in the PJ's\n Dee Evil, check my DJ\n Hey, play what I wanna play in the day\n But in the night, I feel the right took a left\n\n Bucktown, Brooklyn, break it down\n Heads from state to state\n Travel as I unravel the rate\n\n How it tapped Scott and Sutter\n I remember way back in the days\n Playing hot peas and butter\n\n Brother, if you want another lesson\n Crooklyn session\n Take it back, black Smith and Wesson\n\n Press your luck\n You get stuck by Buck\n For your bucks\n\n Masta Ase has the taste\n For ducks and duck sauce\n So tell Lord Digga\n Dig a grave for the bones\n\n Sticks and stones\n While I kick some ancient poems\n Through your domes\n Act went back\n To attack your homes\n\n So, Tip, can I flip\n (Yes, you can)\n I'm in the World War\n With Muhammad, my man\n\n Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger\n Uh-huh, what's happening\n To ReRun and Roger\n\n I think I seen 'em wearing Timberlands\n And running down the block\n From D'Wayne and\n D'Wayne had a glock\n\n Cause he be selling rock\n For the Partridge Family\n And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E\n And he be pimping Chrissy\n From Three's Company\n\n Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry\n This is a 70's thing from the days\n When kids didn't act so crazed\n In Crooklyn\n\n [Repeat CHORUS 2x]\n\n Robinson waits, here comes the pitch\n And there goes a line drive to left field\n Slaughter's after it\n He leaps and it's over his head\n\n Against the wall\n Here comes Gilliam scoring\n Brooklyn wins, Brooklyn wins\n Brooklyn wins\n"},{"id":29045097,"name":"Crooklyn (full mix)","trackName":"Crooklyn (full mix)","artistName":"The Crooklyn Dodgers","albumName":"Crooklyn","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(feat. Chubb Rock, O.C., Jeru The Damaja)\n[Buckshot Shorty:] \"Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\"\n[Guru:] \"Never takin shorts cause Brooklyn's the borough\"\n[x2: with scratching]\n[Masta Ase x2:] \"We did it like that, and now we do it like this\"\n[Verse One: Chubb Rock]\nHehehe, yeah\nNow clock, kids, who got the cocaine?\nDon't tell me it's the little kids on Soul Train\nThe meta-force it I put my brain to my jaw\nIt comes from other places, not the tinted faces\nJournalistic values are yellow and then of course falters\nYou watch Channel Zero with that BITCH Barbara Walters\nShe'll have you believe black invented crack\nWhen President Lyndon had the formula way back in sixty-three\nwith Kennedy, yes the double cross\nRemember that's when they blew his fucking head off!\nVietnam vets come back looking like one-armed pests\nNixon bombs, here attached\nNo picket fence, no job, no Hazel in the car\nBlue collar turns to bourgeoise\nDepressed in your chest, Demarol for sess\nLow dough, crack in veils much less\nWhite he can sell on the corners of Bushwick\nWhite he can sell on the corners of Flatbush\nWhiteys can sell on the corners of Bed-Stuy\nPass the torch to that nigga guy\nSo just DIE, nigga, DIE, nigga\nYou're too black, you're can't handle you're too strong\nget high, fly clock next boost ya steal\nIn ninety-five we take back Ebbets Field...\n[Buckshot Shorty:] \"Let's take a sec to think back...\"\n[Verse Two: O.C.]\nCrooklyn, travelin distance to party\nCrooklyn, abstinant functions, not hardly\nBrooklyn, the name alone holds Godly\nYou don't know, you better ask somebody\nCrack filled streets since eighty-five the beast\ngettin paid to not bust, hookers drawers got crushed\nClaps clappin regular, hardcore niggaz with\nfat gold chains, on the corner maintainin\nGold teeth flashin, stick-up kids play in the front of\nLatin Quarters, keep home your daughters\nCause if bullets fly, watch the flamin\nIgnorant ducks are shootin wildin, they're not aimin\none needs ta, gotta think about it, what a pity\n\nFive people died in front of, Skate City\nSenseless back then you was ill if you had a gun\nPeople dashin flashin, damn no fun\nOn the square you couldn't shop too much cause\nFort Greene would hem ya wreck the fuck on up\nYou had Do or Die, East New York, mad hell\nFellaz cuttin school troopin to all go Maxwell\nSo many memories I can't manifest\nYo 'Ru, start where I finish and to Brooklyn, God bless...\nYo we representin\n[Special Ed:] \"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\n[Buckshot:] \"represent to Brooklyn all night\"\n\"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\"\n[Masta Ase:] \"because it is, survival of the fittest\"\n[x2]\n[Verse Three: Jeru the Damaja]\nListen cause for your mind I got the right nutrition\nWe keeps it hard like fat asses and cases of Heineken\nHere in Brooklyn, home of the warrior and villain\nTrife type chicks Top Billin's, the anthem\nRastas smoke marijuana\nEnterprising businessmen shoot dice on the corner\nExcuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip\nSo bullets hit brains, when bottles hit lips\nClips whatever happend to 38 special\nNow it's Desert Eagles, government issue\nProbably the same one that killed Noriega\nChips that powered nuclear bombs, power my Sega\nSubliminal hypnotism and colonialism\nleaves most niggaz dead or in prison\nIn Crook-land, right hand cuts off the left hand\nto spite the hand, jealous of the next man\nSo violent crimes, black on black plus mad crack to boot\nEverybody can't rap, so most hustle and shoot\nMake money money, get money take money\nI can't understand that concept cause Jah rules everything around me\nFire burns the unjust like arson larsony\nmelt MC's with mental telepathy\nWith precision, we're slicin and dicin\nPeace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson\n[Special Ed:] \"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\"\n[Buckshot:] \"represent to Brooklyn all night\"\n\"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\"\n[Masta Ase:] \"because it is, survival of the fittest\"\n[x4]\n[Crooklyn x2]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Crooklyn (full mix)\n artist: The Crooklyn Dodgers\n album: Crooklyn\n duration_ms: 276000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (feat. Chubb Rock, O.C., Jeru The Damaja)\n [Buckshot Shorty:] \"Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\"\n [Guru:] \"Never takin shorts cause Brooklyn's the borough\"\n [x2: with scratching]\n [Masta Ase x2:] \"We did it like that, and now we do it like this\"\n [Verse One: Chubb Rock]\n Hehehe, yeah\n Now clock, kids, who got the cocaine?\n Don't tell me it's the little kids on Soul Train\n The meta-force it I put my brain to my jaw\n It comes from other places, not the tinted faces\n Journalistic values are yellow and then of course falters\n You watch Channel Zero with that BITCH Barbara Walters\n She'll have you believe black invented crack\n When President Lyndon had the formula way back in sixty-three\n with Kennedy, yes the double cross\n Remember that's when they blew his fucking head off!\n Vietnam vets come back looking like one-armed pests\n Nixon bombs, here attached\n No picket fence, no job, no Hazel in the car\n Blue collar turns to bourgeoise\n Depressed in your chest, Demarol for sess\n Low dough, crack in veils much less\n White he can sell on the corners of Bushwick\n White he can sell on the corners of Flatbush\n Whiteys can sell on the corners of Bed-Stuy\n Pass the torch to that nigga guy\n So just DIE, nigga, DIE, nigga\n You're too black, you're can't handle you're too strong\n get high, fly clock next boost ya steal\n In ninety-five we take back Ebbets Field...\n [Buckshot Shorty:] \"Let's take a sec to think back...\"\n [Verse Two: O.C.]\n Crooklyn, travelin distance to party\n Crooklyn, abstinant functions, not hardly\n Brooklyn, the name alone holds Godly\n You don't know, you better ask somebody\n Crack filled streets since eighty-five the beast\n gettin paid to not bust, hookers drawers got crushed\n Claps clappin regular, hardcore niggaz with\n fat gold chains, on the corner maintainin\n Gold teeth flashin, stick-up kids play in the front of\n Latin Quarters, keep home your daughters\n Cause if bullets fly, watch the flamin\n Ignorant ducks are shootin wildin, they're not aimin\n one needs ta, gotta think about it, what a pity\n\n Five people died in front of, Skate City\n Senseless back then you was ill if you had a gun\n People dashin flashin, damn no fun\n On the square you couldn't shop too much cause\n Fort Greene would hem ya wreck the fuck on up\n You had Do or Die, East New York, mad hell\n Fellaz cuttin school troopin to all go Maxwell\n So many memories I can't manifest\n Yo 'Ru, start where I finish and to Brooklyn, God bless...\n Yo we representin\n [Special Ed:] \"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\n [Buckshot:] \"represent to Brooklyn all night\"\n \"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\"\n [Masta Ase:] \"because it is, survival of the fittest\"\n [x2]\n [Verse Three: Jeru the Damaja]\n Listen cause for your mind I got the right nutrition\n We keeps it hard like fat asses and cases of Heineken\n Here in Brooklyn, home of the warrior and villain\n Trife type chicks Top Billin's, the anthem\n Rastas smoke marijuana\n Enterprising businessmen shoot dice on the corner\n Excuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip\n So bullets hit brains, when bottles hit lips\n Clips whatever happend to 38 special\n Now it's Desert Eagles, government issue\n Probably the same one that killed Noriega\n Chips that powered nuclear bombs, power my Sega\n Subliminal hypnotism and colonialism\n leaves most niggaz dead or in prison\n In Crook-land, right hand cuts off the left hand\n to spite the hand, jealous of the next man\n So violent crimes, black on black plus mad crack to boot\n Everybody can't rap, so most hustle and shoot\n Make money money, get money take money\n I can't understand that concept cause Jah rules everything around me\n Fire burns the unjust like arson larsony\n melt MC's with mental telepathy\n With precision, we're slicin and dicin\n Peace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson\n [Special Ed:] \"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\"\n [Buckshot:] \"represent to Brooklyn all night\"\n \"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\"\n [Masta Ase:] \"because it is, survival of the fittest\"\n [x4]\n [Crooklyn x2]\n"},{"id":28137754,"name":"Crooklyn (Original Version)","trackName":"Crooklyn (Original Version)","artistName":"The Crooklyn Dodgers","albumName":"Crooklyn","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here comes the pitch and it comes in wide\nAnd the count now is one and one\nTo Jackie Robinson... Billy Martin...\n\n[CHORUS]\nStraight from Crooklyn\nBetter known as Brooklyn\nNever taking shorts\nCause Brooklyn's the borough\n\nPanic, as another manic depressive\nAdolescent stares at death\nNow, what's left\n\nWhen there ain't no God\nAnd a whole lot of pride\nIt might be a homicide\nSo let the drama slide\n\nWe don't want no problems, B\nGet your name in\nThe obituary column sheet\n\nCause life is too short\nAnd it just gets shorter\nI wish I had a quarter for\nAll my people they slaughtered\n\nLast year alone in the Dead Zone\nWalk straight but don't walk late\nCause I'm coming with a hate\nOnly made from what it made me\nCause nobody ever played me\n\nNow it's only getting worse\nBuckshot and Ase\nIn the land of the waste\nKicking you in your face\n\nWe be doing it up Crooklyn style\nWhat does it take to get you wild\nMy mentality is getting iller, killer\nInstinct that's trying to infiltrate, but wait\n\nI know you wanna enter\nBut I can't let you in\nMy mind state's the maddest\nI'm gone with the wind\n\nBecause it is survival of the fittest\nWhen the shit hits the fan\nI got my shank in my hand\n\nBlack man with the permanent tan\nI come from the 'ville\nAnd never ran, damn\n\nI'm feeling another part of reality\nHit me when I represent the F.A.P.\nStraight from the 'ville\nTilden played the building\nI mean literally\nWhen I say I make a killing\n\nFor my cypher\nSee, I'm finning to bust a piper\nOriginal heads represent\nThe Brooklyn all nighter\n\nDo or die\nI'm saying it's you and I\nBring your click so we can get\nStone like Family Sly\n\nPeace to C.I. and the Bush\nMight even see Ruck\nAnd the Rock giving the push\n\n[Repeat CHORUS 2x]\n\nWe did it like that\nAnd now we do it like this\nWe did it like that\nAnd now we do it like this\n\nGo inside your mind\nAnd find a time that you miss\nAnd just think about\nThe steel in your fist\n\nIt's just an extension of your arm\nIt's that ghetto type of charm\nThat makes all the homeboys swarm\n\nCan I drop the bomb\nOh, yes, I can\nMove with the groove\nSmooth like Geechie Dan\n\nWho is the man\nThat kid there\nWho is the chick\nWith the pick in her hair\n\nAngela, uhh, Davis\nAnd we roll like Avis\nRent-a-Car kid, there you are\n\nYou know where to find me\nWhenever you need me\nIf you know the Ave, follow the path\nTo the land of the aftermath\n\nBut don't frolic in the midst\nCrazy ass Crooklyn kids\nCause they always throwing\nA body on my lawn\n\nI'm getting a Rottweiler without a collar\nGet off my block, boy\nAnd give me a dollar for the trouble\nOr get blown up like a bubble\n\nLet's take a sec to think back\nThe year of the seven-oh\nWhen Brooklyn was the place to go\n\nFlow on a journey up to Crown Heights\nEbbets Field, feel the reel to reel\nOn your life\n\nTrife individuals live in the PJ's\nDee Evil, check my DJ\nHey, play what I wanna play in the day\nBut in the night, I feel the right took a left\n\nBucktown, Brooklyn, break it down\nHeads from state to state\nTravel as I unravel the rate\n\nHow it tapped Scott and Sutter\nI remember way back in the days\nPlaying hot peas and butter\n\nBrother, if you want another lesson\nCrooklyn session\nTake it back, black Smith and Wesson\n\nPress your luck\nYou get stuck by Buck\nFor your bucks\n\nMasta Ase has the taste\nFor ducks and duck sauce\nSo tell Lord Digga\nDig a grave for the bones\n\nSticks and stones\nWhile I kick some ancient poems\nThrough your domes\nAct went back\nTo attack your homes\n\nSo, Tip, can I flip\n(Yes, you can)\nI'm in the World War\nWith Muhammad, my man\n\nFeels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger\nUh-huh, what's happening\nTo ReRun and Roger\n\nI think I seen 'em wearing Timberlands\nAnd running down the block\nFrom D'Wayne and\nD'Wayne had a glock\n\nCause he be selling rock\nFor the Partridge Family\nAnd Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E\nAnd he be pimping Chrissy\nFrom Three's Company\n\nPlus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry\nThis is a 70's thing from the days\nWhen kids didn't act so crazed\nIn Crooklyn\n\n[Repeat CHORUS 2x]\n\nRobinson waits, here comes the pitch\nAnd there goes a line drive to left field\nSlaughter's after it\nHe leaps and it's over his head\n\nAgainst the wall\nHere comes Gilliam scoring\nBrooklyn wins, Brooklyn wins\nBrooklyn wins","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.94] Here comes the pitch and it comes in wide\n[00:02.64] And the count now is one and one\n[00:04.51] To Jackie Robinson... Billy Martin...\n[00:06.86] [CHORUS]\n[00:07.88] Straight from Crooklyn\n[00:08.66] Better known as Brooklyn\n[00:09.99] Never taking shorts\n[00:11.07] Cause Brooklyn's the borough\n[00:11.95] Panic, as another manic depressive\n[00:13.88] Adolescent stares at death\n[00:16.14] Now, what's left\n[00:17.12] When there ain't no God\n[00:18.22] And a whole lot of pride\n[00:19.48] It might be a homicide\n[00:21.17] So let the drama slide\n[00:22.34] We don't want no problems, B\n[00:24.56] Get your name in\n[00:25.75] The obituary column sheet\n[00:26.94] Cause life is too short\n[00:28.40] And it just gets shorter\n[00:29.66] I wish I had a quarter for\n[00:31.31] All my people they slaughtered\n[00:32.77] Last year alone in the Dead Zone\n[00:34.93] Walk straight but don't walk late\n[00:37.28] Cause I'm coming with a hate\n[00:38.71] Only made from what it made me\n[00:40.34] Cause nobody ever played me\n[00:41.72] Now it's only getting worse\n[00:43.61] Buckshot and Ase\n[00:44.86] In the land of the waste\n[00:45.86] Kicking you in your face\n[00:47.35] We be doing it up Crooklyn style\n[00:49.51] What does it take to get you wild\n[00:52.27] My mentality is getting iller, killer\n[00:54.42] Instinct that's trying to infiltrate, but wait\n[00:56.99] I know you wanna enter\n[00:58.53] But I can't let you in\n[00:59.82] My mind state's the maddest\n[01:01.27] I'm gone with the wind\n[01:02.39] Because it is survival of the fittest\n[01:04.81] When the shit hits the fan\n[01:06.31] I got my shank in my hand\n[01:07.62] Black man with the permanent tan\n[01:09.93] I come from the 'ville\n[01:11.31] And never ran, damn\n[01:12.69] I'm feeling another part of reality\n[01:14.96] Hit me when I represent the F.A.P.\n[01:16.56] Straight from the 'ville\n[01:18.84] Tilden played the building\n[01:20.21] I mean literally\n[01:21.97] When I say I make a killing\n[01:22.81] For my cypher\n[01:23.72] See, I'm finning to bust a piper\n[01:24.74] Original heads 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Billy Martin...\n\n [CHORUS]\n Straight from Crooklyn\n Better known as Brooklyn\n Never taking shorts\n Cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\n Panic, as another manic depressive\n Adolescent stares at death\n Now, what's left\n\n When there ain't no God\n And a whole lot of pride\n It might be a homicide\n So let the drama slide\n\n We don't want no problems, B\n Get your name in\n The obituary column sheet\n\n Cause life is too short\n And it just gets shorter\n I wish I had a quarter for\n All my people they slaughtered\n\n Last year alone in the Dead Zone\n Walk straight but don't walk late\n Cause I'm coming with a hate\n Only made from what it made me\n Cause nobody ever played me\n\n Now it's only getting worse\n Buckshot and Ase\n In the land of the waste\n Kicking you in your face\n\n We be doing it up Crooklyn style\n What does it take to get you wild\n My mentality is getting iller, killer\n Instinct that's trying to infiltrate, but wait\n\n I know you wanna enter\n But I can't let you in\n My mind state's the maddest\n I'm gone with the wind\n\n Because it is survival of the fittest\n When the shit hits the fan\n I got my shank in my hand\n\n Black man with the permanent tan\n I come from the 'ville\n And never ran, damn\n\n I'm feeling another part of reality\n Hit me when I represent the F.A.P.\n Straight from the 'ville\n Tilden played the building\n I mean literally\n When I say I make a killing\n\n For my cypher\n See, I'm finning to bust a piper\n Original heads represent\n The Brooklyn all nighter\n\n Do or die\n I'm saying it's you and I\n Bring your click so we can get\n Stone like Family Sly\n\n Peace to C.I. and the Bush\n Might even see Ruck\n And the Rock giving the push\n\n [Repeat CHORUS 2x]\n\n We did it like that\n And now we do it like this\n We did it like that\n And now we do it like this\n\n Go inside your mind\n And find a time that you miss\n And just think about\n The steel in your fist\n\n It's just an extension of your arm\n It's that ghetto type of charm\n That makes all the homeboys swarm\n\n Can I drop the bomb\n Oh, yes, I can\n Move with the groove\n Smooth like Geechie Dan\n\n Who is the man\n That kid there\n Who is the chick\n With the pick in her hair\n\n Angela, uhh, Davis\n And we roll like Avis\n Rent-a-Car kid, there you are\n\n You know where to find me\n Whenever you need me\n If you know the Ave, follow the path\n To the land of the aftermath\n\n But don't frolic in the midst\n Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\n Cause they always throwing\n A body on my lawn\n\n I'm getting a Rottweiler without a collar\n Get off my block, boy\n And give me a dollar for the trouble\n Or get blown up like a bubble\n\n Let's take a sec to think back\n The year of the seven-oh\n When Brooklyn was the place to go\n\n Flow on a journey up to Crown Heights\n Ebbets Field, feel the reel to reel\n On your life\n\n Trife individuals live in the PJ's\n Dee Evil, check my DJ\n Hey, play what I wanna play in the day\n But in the night, I feel the right took a left\n\n Bucktown, Brooklyn, break it down\n Heads from state to state\n Travel as I unravel the rate\n\n How it tapped Scott and Sutter\n I remember way back in the days\n Playing hot peas and butter\n\n Brother, if you want another lesson\n Crooklyn session\n Take it back, black Smith and Wesson\n\n Press your luck\n You get stuck by Buck\n For your bucks\n\n Masta Ase has the taste\n For ducks and duck sauce\n So tell Lord Digga\n Dig a grave for the bones\n\n Sticks and stones\n While I kick some ancient poems\n Through your domes\n Act went back\n To attack your homes\n\n So, Tip, can I flip\n (Yes, you can)\n I'm in the World War\n With Muhammad, my man\n\n Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger\n Uh-huh, what's happening\n To ReRun and Roger\n\n I think I seen 'em wearing Timberlands\n And running down the block\n From D'Wayne and\n D'Wayne had a glock\n\n Cause he be selling rock\n For the Partridge Family\n And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E\n And he be pimping Chrissy\n From Three's Company\n\n Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry\n This is a 70's thing from the days\n When kids didn't act so crazed\n In Crooklyn\n\n [Repeat CHORUS 2x]\n\n Robinson waits, here comes the pitch\n And there goes a line drive to left field\n Slaughter's after it\n He leaps and it's over his head\n\n Against the wall\n Here comes Gilliam scoring\n Brooklyn wins, Brooklyn wins\n Brooklyn wins\n"},{"id":13225166,"name":"Crooklyn (Baseball original version)","trackName":"Crooklyn (Baseball original version)","artistName":"The Crooklyn Dodgers","albumName":"Crooklyn","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here comes the pitch and it comes in wide\nAnd the count now is one and one\nTo Jackie Robinson... 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Billy Martin...\n\n [CHORUS]\n Straight from Crooklyn\n Better known as Brooklyn\n Never taking shorts\n Cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\n Panic, as another manic depressive\n Adolescent stares at death\n Now, what's left\n\n When there ain't no God\n And a whole lot of pride\n It might be a homicide\n So let the drama slide\n\n We don't want no problems, B\n Get your name in\n The obituary column sheet\n\n Cause life is too short\n And it just gets shorter\n I wish I had a quarter for\n All my people they slaughtered\n\n Last year alone in the Dead Zone\n Walk straight but don't walk late\n Cause I'm coming with a hate\n Only made from what it made me\n Cause nobody ever played me\n\n Now it's only getting worse\n Buckshot and Ase\n In the land of the waste\n Kicking you in your face\n\n We be doing it up Crooklyn style\n What does it take to get you wild\n My mentality is getting iller, killer\n Instinct that's trying to infiltrate, but wait\n\n I know you wanna enter\n But I can't let you in\n My mind state's the maddest\n I'm gone with the wind\n\n Because it is survival of the fittest\n When the shit hits the fan\n I got my shank in my hand\n\n Black man with the permanent tan\n I come from the 'ville\n And never ran, damn\n\n I'm feeling another part of reality\n Hit me when I represent the F.A.P.\n Straight from the 'ville\n Tilden played the building\n I mean literally\n When I say I make a killing\n\n For my cypher\n See, I'm finning to bust a piper\n Original heads represent\n The Brooklyn all nighter\n\n Do or die\n I'm saying it's you and I\n Bring your click so we can get\n Stone like Family Sly\n\n Peace to C.I. and the Bush\n Might even see Ruck\n And the Rock giving the push\n\n [Repeat CHORUS 2x]\n\n We did it like that\n And now we do it like this\n We did it like that\n And now we do it like this\n\n Go inside your mind\n And find a time that you miss\n And just think about\n The steel in your fist\n\n It's just an extension of your arm\n It's that ghetto type of charm\n That makes all the homeboys swarm\n\n Can I drop the bomb\n Oh, yes, I can\n Move with the groove\n Smooth like Geechie Dan\n\n Who is the man\n That kid there\n Who is the chick\n With the pick in her hair\n\n Angela, uhh, Davis\n And we roll like Avis\n Rent-a-Car kid, there you are\n\n You know where to find me\n Whenever you need me\n If you know the Ave, follow the path\n To the land of the aftermath\n\n But don't frolic in the midst\n Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\n Cause they always throwing\n A body on my lawn\n\n I'm getting a Rottweiler without a collar\n Get off my block, boy\n And give me a dollar for the trouble\n Or get blown up like a bubble\n\n Let's take a sec to think back\n The year of the seven-oh\n When Brooklyn was the place to go\n\n Flow on a journey up to Crown Heights\n Ebbets Field, feel the reel to reel\n On your life\n\n Trife individuals live in the PJ's\n Dee Evil, check my DJ\n Hey, play what I wanna play in the day\n But in the night, I feel the right took a left\n\n Bucktown, Brooklyn, break it down\n Heads from state to state\n Travel as I unravel the rate\n\n How it tapped Scott and Sutter\n I remember way back in the days\n Playing hot peas and butter\n\n Brother, if you want another lesson\n Crooklyn session\n Take it back, black Smith and Wesson\n\n Press your luck\n You get stuck by Buck\n For your bucks\n\n Masta Ase has the taste\n For ducks and duck sauce\n So tell Lord Digga\n Dig a grave for the bones\n\n Sticks and stones\n While I kick some ancient poems\n Through your domes\n Act went back\n To attack your homes\n\n So, Tip, can I flip\n (Yes, you can)\n I'm in the World War\n With Muhammad, my man\n\n Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger\n Uh-huh, what's happening\n To ReRun and Roger\n\n I think I seen 'em wearing Timberlands\n And running down the block\n From D'Wayne and\n D'Wayne had a glock\n\n Cause he be selling rock\n For the Partridge Family\n And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E\n And 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me\n start_ms: 223050\n end_ms: 225530\n- text: Fire burns the unjust like arson larceny\n start_ms: 225530\n end_ms: 228430\n- text: Melt MC's with mental telepathy\n start_ms: 228430\n end_ms: 231080\n- text: With precision, we're slicing and dicing\n start_ms: 231080\n end_ms: 233450\n- text: Peace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson\n start_ms: 233450\n end_ms: 236150\n- text: Crooklyn\n start_ms: 236150\n end_ms: 258570\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 258570\nplain: |-\n \"We did it like that and now we do it like this\"\n\n Now clock, kids, who got the cocaine?\n Don't tell me it's the little kids on Soul Train\n The metaphor sent from my brain to my jaw\n It comes from other places, not the tinted faces\n Journalistic values are yellow and then of course falters\n You watch Channel Zero with that bitch Barbara Walters\n She'll have you believe black invented crack\n When President Lyndon had the formula way back\n In '63 with Kennedy, yes the double cross\n Remember that's when they blow his fucking head off\n Vietnam vets come back looking like one-armed pets\n Nixon bounced pure checks\n No picket fence, no job, no 8-Cylinder car\n Blue collar turns to bourgeois\n Depressed in your chest, Demerol, for sess\n No dough, crack in vials much less\n Whitey can sell on the corners of Bushwick\n Whitey can sell on the corners of Flatbush\n White Tees can sell on the corners of Bed-Stuy\n Pass the torch to that nigga guy\n So just die, nigga, die, nigga\n You're too black, you can't handle, you're too strong\n Get high, fly clock next boost ya steal\n In '95 we take back Ebbets Field\n\n Brooklyn, traveling distance to party\n Brooklyn, absent at functions, not hardly\n Brooklyn, the name alone holds Godly\n You don't know, you better ask somebody\n Crack filled streets since '85\n The beast getting paid to not bust, hookers drawers got crust\n Claps clapping regular, hardcore niggas with\n Fat gold chains, on the corner maintaining\n Gold teeth flashing, stick-up kids playing in front of\n Latin Quarters, keep home your daughters\n Cause if bullets fly, watch the flaming\n Ignorant ducks are shooting wilding, they're not aiming\n One Easter, now I think about it, what a pity\n Five people died in front of Skate City\n Senseless, back then you was ill if you had a gun\n People dashing flashing, damn no fun\n Albee Square you couldn't shop too much cause\n Fort Greene would hem ya wreck the fuck on up\n You had Do or Die, East New York, mad hell\n Fellas cutting school trooping to all go Maxwell\n So many memories I can't manifest\n Yo 'Ru, start where I finish and to Brooklyn, God bless\n\n \"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\"\n \"Represent the Brooklyn all-nighter\"\n \"Crazy ass Crooklyn kids\"\n \"Because it is, survival of the fittest\"\n (Repeat x2)\n\n Listen cause for your mind I got the right nutrition\n We keeps shit hard like fat asses andcases of Heineken\n Here in Brooklyn, home of the warrior and villain\n Trife type chicks, Top Billin's the anthem\n Rastas smoke marijuana\n Enterprising businessmen shoot dice on the corner\n Excuse me while I light my spliff but some choose to sip\n So bullets hit brains, when bottles hit lips\n Clips whatever happened to 38 special\n Now it's Desert Eagles, government issue\n Probably the same one that killed Noriega\n Chips that powered nuclear bombs power my Sega\n Subliminal hypnotism and colonialism\n Leave most niggas dead or in prison\n In Crook-land, right hand cuts off the left hand\n To spite the hand, jealous of the next man\n So violent crimes, black on black plus mad crack to boot\n Everybody can't rap, so most hustle and shoot\n Make money money, get money, take money\n I can't understand that concept cause Jah rules everything around me\n Fire burns the unjust like arson larceny\n Melt MC's with mental telepathy\n With precision, we're slicing and dicing\n Peace to the East New York, Perverted Monks, and Mike Tyson\n\n Crooklyn\n"},{"id":30368312,"name":"Crooklyn","trackName":"Crooklyn","artistName":"Crooklyn Dodgers","albumName":"Crooklyn Volume 1 (Music From The Motion Picture)","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here comes the pitch, and it comes in wide\nAnd the count now is one and one to Jackie Robinson\nBilly Martin\n\nStraight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\nNever takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\nPanic, as another manic depressive\nAdolescent, stares at death, now what's left\nWhen there ain't no God, and a whole lot of pride\nIt might be a homicide, so let the drama slide\nWe don't want no problems, B\nGet your name in the obituary column sheet\n'Cause life is too short, and it just gets shorter\nI wish I had a quarter for all my people they slaughtered\nLast year alone, in the Dead Zone\nWalk straight, but don't walk late\n'Cause I'm comin' with a hate only made, from what it made me\n'Cause nobody ever played me\nNow it's, only gettin' worse, Buckshot and Ace\nIn the land of the waste, kickin' you in your face\n\nWe be doin' it up Crooklyn style\nWhat does it take to get you wild?\nMy mentality is gettin' iller, killer\nInstinct that's tryin' to infiltrate, but wait\nI know you want to enter but I can't let you in\nMy mindstate's the maddest, I'm Gone With the Wind\nBecause it is, survival of the fittest\nWhen the shit hits the fan I got my shank in my hand\nBlack man with the permanent tan\nI come from the 'Ville and never ran, damn\n\nI'm feelin' another part of reality\nHit me when I represent the F.A.P.\nStraight from the 'Ville, Tilden played the building\nI mean literally when I say I make a killing\nFor my cypher, see I'm finnin' to bust a piper\nOriginal Headz represent the Brooklyn all nighter\nDo or die, I'm sayin' it's you and I\nBring your click, so we can get Stone like Family Sly\nPeace to C.I. and the Bush\nMight even see Ruck and the Rock givin' the push\n\nStraight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\nNever takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\nStraight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\nNever takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\nWe did it like that, and now we do it like this\nWe did it like that, and now we do it like this\nGo inside your mind and find a time that you miss\nAnd just, think about the steel in your fist\nIt's just an extension of your arm, it's that ghetto type of charm\nThat makes all the homeboys swarm\nCan I drop the bomb? Oh yes I can\nMove with the groove, smooth like Geechie Dan\nWho is the man? That kid there\nWho is the chick with the pick in her hair?\nAngela, uh Davis, and we roll like Avis\nRent-a-car kid, there you are\n\nYou know where to find me, whenever you need me\nIf you know the ave', follow the path\nTo the land of the aftermath\nBut don't frolic in the midst, crazy ass Crooklyn kids\n'Cause they always throwin a body on my lawn\nI'm gettin' a Rott-weiler, without a collar\nGet off my block boy and give me a dollar\nFor the trouble, or get blown up, like a bubble\n\nLet's take a sec to think back, the year of the seven-oh\nWhen Brooklyn was the place to go\nFlow, on a journey up to Crown Heights\nEbbets Field, feel the reel to reel on your life\nTrife, individuals live in the PJ's\nDee Evil, check my DJ\nHey, play what I want to play in the day\nBut in the night, I feel the right took a left\nBucktown, Brooklyn break it down\nHeads from state to state, travel as I unravel the rate\nHow it, tapped Scott and Sutter\nI remember way back in the days playin' hot peas and butter\nBrother, if you want another lesson, Crooklyn, session\nTake it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun\n\nPress your luck, you get stuck by Buck\nFor your bucks, Masta Ace, has the taste\nFor ducks, and duck sauce, so tell Lord Digga\nDig a grave for the bones, sticks and stones\nWhile I kick some ancient poems, through your domes\n'Act went back, to attack your homes\nSo Tip, can I flip? (Yes you can)\nI'm in the World War, with Muhammad my man\n\nFeels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger\nUh-huh, what's happenin, to ReRun and Roger?\nI think I seen 'em wearin' Timberlands and runnin' down the block\nFrom D'Wayne and D'Wayne had a glock\n'Cause he be sellin' rock for the Partridge Family\nAnd Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E\nAnd he be pimpin' Chrissy from Three's Company\nPlus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry\nThis is a 70's thing from the days\nWhen kids didn't act so crazed, in Crooklyn\n\nStraight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\nNever takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\nStraight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\nNever takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\nRobinson waits, here comes the pitch\nAnd there goes a line drive to left field\nWaters, after it, he leaps and it's over his head\nAgainst the wall, and Robinson Scores\nBrooklyn wins! Brooklyn wins! Brooklyn wins!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Crooklyn\n artist: Crooklyn Dodgers\n album: Crooklyn Volume 1 (Music From The Motion Picture)\n duration_ms: 274000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Here comes the pitch, and it comes in wide\n And the count now is one and one to Jackie Robinson\n Billy Martin\n\n Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\n Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\n Panic, as another manic depressive\n Adolescent, stares at death, now what's left\n When there ain't no God, and a whole lot of pride\n It might be a homicide, so let the drama slide\n We don't want no problems, B\n Get your name in the obituary column sheet\n 'Cause life is too short, and it just gets shorter\n I wish I had a quarter for all my people they slaughtered\n Last year alone, in the Dead Zone\n Walk straight, but don't walk late\n 'Cause I'm comin' with a hate only made, from what it made me\n 'Cause nobody ever played me\n Now it's, only gettin' worse, Buckshot and Ace\n In the land of the waste, kickin' you in your face\n\n We be doin' it up Crooklyn style\n What does it take to get you wild?\n My mentality is gettin' iller, killer\n Instinct that's tryin' to infiltrate, but wait\n I know you want to enter but I can't let you in\n My mindstate's the maddest, I'm Gone With the Wind\n Because it is, survival of the fittest\n When the shit hits the fan I got my shank in my hand\n Black man with the permanent tan\n I come from the 'Ville and never ran, damn\n\n I'm feelin' another part of reality\n Hit me when I represent the F.A.P.\n Straight from the 'Ville, Tilden played the building\n I mean literally when I say I make a killing\n For my cypher, see I'm finnin' to bust a piper\n Original Headz represent the Brooklyn all nighter\n Do or die, I'm sayin' it's you and I\n Bring your click, so we can get Stone like Family Sly\n Peace to C.I. and the Bush\n Might even see Ruck and the Rock givin' the push\n\n Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\n Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\n Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\n Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\n We did it like that, and now we do it like this\n We did it like that, and now we do it like this\n Go inside your mind and find a time that you miss\n And just, think about the steel in your fist\n It's just an extension of your arm, it's that ghetto type of charm\n That makes all the homeboys swarm\n Can I drop the bomb? Oh yes I can\n Move with the groove, smooth like Geechie Dan\n Who is the man? That kid there\n Who is the chick with the pick in her hair?\n Angela, uh Davis, and we roll like Avis\n Rent-a-car kid, there you are\n\n You know where to find me, whenever you need me\n If you know the ave', follow the path\n To the land of the aftermath\n But don't frolic in the midst, crazy ass Crooklyn kids\n 'Cause they always throwin a body on my lawn\n I'm gettin' a Rott-weiler, without a collar\n Get off my block boy and give me a dollar\n For the trouble, or get blown up, like a bubble\n\n Let's take a sec to think back, the year of the seven-oh\n When Brooklyn was the place to go\n Flow, on a journey up to Crown Heights\n Ebbets Field, feel the reel to reel on your life\n Trife, individuals live in the PJ's\n Dee Evil, check my DJ\n Hey, play what I want to play in the day\n But in the night, I feel the right took a left\n Bucktown, Brooklyn break it down\n Heads from state to state, travel as I unravel the rate\n How it, tapped Scott and Sutter\n I remember way back in the days playin' hot peas and butter\n Brother, if you want another lesson, Crooklyn, session\n Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun\n\n Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck\n For your bucks, Masta Ace, has the taste\n For ducks, and duck sauce, so tell Lord Digga\n Dig a grave for the bones, sticks and stones\n While I kick some ancient poems, through your domes\n 'Act went back, to attack your homes\n So Tip, can I flip? (Yes you can)\n I'm in the World War, with Muhammad my man\n\n Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger\n Uh-huh, what's happenin, to ReRun and Roger?\n I think I seen 'em wearin' Timberlands and runnin' down the block\n From D'Wayne and D'Wayne had a glock\n 'Cause he be sellin' rock for the Partridge Family\n And Ruben Kincaid drives a 300-E\n And he be pimpin' Chrissy from Three's Company\n Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry\n This is a 70's thing from the days\n When kids didn't act so crazed, in Crooklyn\n\n Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\n Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\n Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\n Never takin' shorts, 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\n Robinson waits, here comes the pitch\n And there goes a line drive to left field\n Waters, after it, he leaps and it's over his head\n Against the wall, and Robinson Scores\n Brooklyn wins! Brooklyn wins! Brooklyn wins!\n"},{"id":35467188,"name":"Crooklyn - Crooklyn/Soundtrack Version","trackName":"Crooklyn - Crooklyn/Soundtrack Version","artistName":"Crooklyn Dodgers","albumName":"Crooklyn Volume 1 (Music From The Motion Picture)","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here comes the pitch, and it comes in wide\nAnd the count now is one and one to Jackie Robinson\nBilly Martin, with a ram with a second base\nMurder, never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\nPanic as another manic-depressant adolescent stares at death\nNow what's left when there ain't no God and a whole lot of pride?\nIt might be a homicide\nSo let the drama slide, we don't want no problems, B\nGet your name in the obituary column sheet\n'Cause life is too short, and it just gets shorter\nI wish I had a quarter for all my people they slaughter\nLast year alone in the dead zone\nWalk straight, but don't walk late\n'Cause I'm coming with a hate only made from what it made me\n'Cause nobody ever played me\nNow it's only getting worse\nBuckshot and Ace in the land of the waste kicking you in your face\n\nWe be doing it up Crooklyn style\nWhat does it take to get you wild?\nMy mentality is getting iller, killer\nInstinct is trying to infiltrate, but wait\nI know you wanna enter, but I can't let you in\nMy mind state's the maddest, I'm gone with the wind\nBecause it is survival of the fittest\nWhen the shit hits the fan, I got my shank in my hand\nBlack man with the permanent tan\nI come from the 'Ville and never ran, damn\n\nI'm feeling another part of reality\nHit me when I represent the F-A-P\nStraight from the 'Ville 'til then play the building\nI mean literally when I say I make a killing\nFor my cypher, see, I'm feeling to bust a pipe\nOriginal heads represent the Brooklyn all-nighter\nDo or die, I'm saying it's you and I\nBring your clique so we can get stoned like family\nSly beats a C.I. in the bush\nMighty Menteen rucking the rock, giving a push\n\nStraight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\nNever taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\nStraight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\nNever taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\nWe did it like that and now we do it like this\nWe did it like that and now we do it like this\nGo inside your mind and find a time that you miss\nAnd just think about the steel in your fist\nIt's just an extension of your arm, it's that ghetto type of charm\nThat makes all the homeboys swarm\nCan I drop the bomb? Oh, yes, I can\nMove with the groove, smooth like Geechie Dan\nWho is the man? That kid there\nWho is the chick with the pick in her hair?\nAngela, uh, Davis, and we roll like Avis\nRent-a-Car, kid, there you are\n\nYou know where to find me whenever you need me\nIf you know the ave, follow the path\nTo the land of the aftermath, but don't frolic in the mix\nCrazy-ass Crooklyn kids\n'Cause they always throwing a body on my lawn\nI'm getting a Rottweiler without a collar\nGet off my block, boy, and give me a dollar for the trouble\nOr get blown up like a bubble\n\nNow let's take a sec to think back\nThe year of the 7-0, when Brooklyn was the place to go\nFlow on a journey up to Crown Heights\nEbbets Field, feel the reel-to-reel on your life\nTrife individuals live in the PJs\nD-Evil, check my DJ\nHey, play what I wanna play in the day\nBut in the night, I feel the right, took the left\nBucktown, Brooklyn, break it down\nHeads from state to state travel as I unravel the rate\nHoward, Tapscott, and Sutter\nI remember way back in the days playing hot peas and butter\nBrother, if you want another lesson, Crooklyn session\nTake it back, black Smith & Wesson\n\nPress your luck, you get stuck by Buck for your bucks\nMasta Ace has the taste for ducks and duck sauce\nSo tell Lord Digger, dig a grave for the bones\nSticks and stones while I kick some ancient poems through your domes\nAk went back to attack your homes\nSo, Tiff, can I flip? (Yes, you can)\nI'm in a world war with Muhammad, my man\n\nFeels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger\nUh-huh, what's happening to Rerun and Roger?\nI think I seen him wearing Timberlands\nAnd running down the block from Dwayne\nAnd Dwayne had a Glock\n'Cause he be selling rock for the Partridge Family\nAnd Reuben Kincaid drives a 300E\nAnd he be pimping Chrissy from Three's Company\nPlus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry\nThis is a '70s thing from the days\nWhen kids didn't act so crazed in Crooklyn\n\nStraight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\nNever taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\nStraight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\nNever taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\nStraight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\nNever taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\nStraight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\nNever taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\nBrooklyn wins, Brooklyn wins\nBrooklyn wins, Brooklyn wins","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Crooklyn - Crooklyn/Soundtrack Version\n artist: Crooklyn Dodgers\n album: Crooklyn Volume 1 (Music From The Motion Picture)\n duration_ms: 273000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Here comes the pitch, and it comes in wide\n And the count now is one and one to Jackie Robinson\n Billy Martin, with a ram with a second base\n Murder, never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\n Panic as another manic-depressant adolescent stares at death\n Now what's left when there ain't no God and a whole lot of pride?\n It might be a homicide\n So let the drama slide, we don't want no problems, B\n Get your name in the obituary column sheet\n 'Cause life is too short, and it just gets shorter\n I wish I had a quarter for all my people they slaughter\n Last year alone in the dead zone\n Walk straight, but don't walk late\n 'Cause I'm coming with a hate only made from what it made me\n 'Cause nobody ever played me\n Now it's only getting worse\n Buckshot and Ace in the land of the waste kicking you in your face\n\n We be doing it up Crooklyn style\n What does it take to get you wild?\n My mentality is getting iller, killer\n Instinct is trying to infiltrate, but wait\n I know you wanna enter, but I can't let you in\n My mind state's the maddest, I'm gone with the wind\n Because it is survival of the fittest\n When the shit hits the fan, I got my shank in my hand\n Black man with the permanent tan\n I come from the 'Ville and never ran, damn\n\n I'm feeling another part of reality\n Hit me when I represent the F-A-P\n Straight from the 'Ville 'til then play the building\n I mean literally when I say I make a killing\n For my cypher, see, I'm feeling to bust a pipe\n Original heads represent the Brooklyn all-nighter\n Do or die, I'm saying it's you and I\n Bring your clique so we can get stoned like family\n Sly beats a C.I. in the bush\n Mighty Menteen rucking the rock, giving a push\n\n Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\n Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\n Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn\n Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough\n\n We did it like that and now we do it like this\n We did it like that and now we do it like this\n Go inside your mind and find a time that you miss\n And just think about the steel in your fist\n It's just an extension of your arm, it's that ghetto type of charm\n That makes all the homeboys swarm\n Can I drop the bomb? Oh, yes, I can\n Move with the groove, smooth like Geechie Dan\n Who is the man? That kid there\n Who is the chick with the pick in her hair?\n Angela, uh, Davis, and we roll like Avis\n Rent-a-Car, kid, there you are\n\n You know where to find me whenever you need me\n If you know the ave, follow the path\n To the land of the aftermath, but don't frolic in the mix\n Crazy-ass Crooklyn kids\n 'Cause they always throwing a body on my lawn\n I'm getting a Rottweiler without a collar\n Get off my block, boy, and give me a dollar for the trouble\n Or get blown up like a bubble\n\n Now let's take a sec to think back\n The year of the 7-0, when Brooklyn was the place to go\n Flow on a journey up to Crown Heights\n Ebbets Field, feel the reel-to-reel on your life\n Trife individuals live in the PJs\n D-Evil, check my DJ\n Hey, play what I wanna play in the day\n But in the night, I feel the right, took the left\n Bucktown, Brooklyn, break it down\n Heads from state to state travel as I unravel the rate\n Howard, Tapscott, and Sutter\n I remember way back in the days playing hot peas and butter\n Brother, if you want another lesson, Crooklyn session\n Take it back, black Smith & Wesson\n\n Press your luck, you get stuck by Buck for your bucks\n Masta Ace has the taste for ducks and duck sauce\n So tell Lord Digger, dig a grave for the bones\n Sticks and stones while I kick some ancient poems through your domes\n Ak went back to attack your homes\n So, Tiff, can I flip? 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