Paroles Brooklyn Get It On de Free Murder

Textes et Paroles de Brooklyn Get It On

[Intro: Free Murda]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's right, what? Check it...

[Chorus: Free Murda]
Brooklyn, get it on, you can get it on
We can get it on, everybody get it on
Go head and get drunk, nigga
Go head and jump up and get bucked, nigga

[Hook: Free Murda]
Fort Greene, get it on, Red Hook, get it on
Brownsville, get it on, East New York, get it on
You can get drunk, nigga
You can get slumped, in the trunk, nigga

[Free Murda:]
In here, that dope white be paying me, my Nike's stay on me
Niggas dislike how the paper be
In that new flight, the thing'll be, ready to pop something
If you want fight, your day'll be
Ready to drop something, wont like this thing on me
I'm write, all wiggly, smoking more black, than the whites in slavery
Lots of weight on me, a hundred G's a week, you gots to hate on me
Catch me when I'm coppin' ki's, the cops is raiding me
Test me, and I'm poppin' heat, it's hot like where Satan be
I cop ice, just where the blockers hate on me
So much dough, is like the spots are paint on me
Watch niggas fade away, tell 'em put that thing away
Before I put dog asleep like the ASPCA
What? Tha tangeray'll make my ding-a-ling
Stiff hard, til I had a bitch sing like Macy Gray
Ding, with promise, since the shit is harmless
Since, that I didn't get that common sense
I got bagged in a cab, while I was armed with a fifth
Stay with a bomb, like Saddam and it hits

[Chorus]

[Hook: Free Murda]
Bedstuy, get it on, Bushwick, get it on
Crown Heights, get it on, Flatbush, get it on
Go head and get drunk, nigga
You can get slumped, in the trunk, nigga

[Free Murda:]
Yo, I warned them, not to rob 'em
Be the first raw nigga, pop like a condom
Ain't no problems, that I can't answer
Free revolve 'em, like them belly dancers
Dope way I'm smoking, can't catch cancer
Yo, I'm 'brave', duke, not from Atlanta
Leave a few teeth missing like Jack-O-Lantern's
Got something, for your tummy, dog, not a land, ta
Just my hammer, niggas be washed up
Or 'dirty' like Dan, like they came out the hamper
Dun head spinning like a record, who's the anthem
Shorty think, she gon' get a ring like Sandra
Ain't no Christmas gifts, no I'm not Santa
Name is Free, and I ain't paying to get your hair done
Get a job, bitch, you ain't a baby cake and pampered
Bitch full of shit, and these niggas coming out they mouth
Forward spit, don't make me fold this clip
Cuz I, got that sixteen hitter, and I mix mean liquor
To Incredible Hulk, Hypno and Hennessey, nigga
He pop that, but never hit Free, nigga
Came back, left a drift like the Mississippi River
I grab my thing-thing, do my thing-thing
Gat never chill, once it go, bang-bang
Ya'll my Juniors like the M.A.F.I.A. or Saint James
Fucking with Free, leave ya'll holy like King James

[Chorus]

[Hook: Free Murda]
Farroting, get it on, Good Waters, get it on
White Cloth, get it on, New York, get it on
Go head and get drunk, nigga
You can get slumped, in the trunk, nigga

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