Where Brooklyn At? - Bekay, Ol' Dirty Bastard

Song: Where Brooklyn At?

Typed by Davida.

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Haha, yo it’s Bekay, you know I had to get Ol' Dirty up on this one, right?

(What we want ya’ll to do) listen up (we want ya’ll to get on up)

Get up, get up (Cuz this is Joe Dirt McGirt) Dirt McGirt (and the Bekay)

Bekay (the KONMAN) KONMAN (this is that old wicked and wild shit)

Yeah, let em know Dirt Dog, it’s Bekay, ya’ll better wake up homie

Yo yo, these rappers are coming out the closet soon

And I don’t need a Street Fighter to puff some Sonic Booms

These cats act calm, but they break the most

Yo, I went on Fear Factor and ate the host!

The rhymes stay hard

So many hits in New York they told Aron to quit his day job

Yo I came for the game, your dame

Your fame, your chain, your chick’s brain, it’s all the same

And you gon know my name, I’m thorough

B-E-K-A-Y pronounced just like the boro

Next best in rap, respect this track

Call KONMAN and Kanye to get this track

Chicks love when I pick up the bill quicker

They wanna be a rich girl like Allie Hilfiger

Yo, the game lost, but we took it back

Now everybody scream out 'where brooklyn at?'

If you trying to get rich, but your ass still stuck in the hood (hey

Ya, hey ya, hey ya)

If you’re drunk as hell, and that fat chick’s looking real good (hey

Ya, hey ya, hey ya)

You gotta earn this free drink, so why don’t cha keep shaking

Ya hips *Hey ya

Hey ya, hey ya*

And wild out to this Bekay KONMAN platinum shit *hey ya, hey ya, hey ya*

Ayo I been here, got the feeling my name’s due

Ask M.O.P., can I get a Lil Fame too?

Why you hating, faking, patiently waiting, debating

Rap I’m taking, face it, amazing, I’m blazing

I ain’t never really heard of you

So dissing Bekay, sonny, that’s absurd to do

Really passing ya’ll herbs, see?

Put a hole in your chest bigger than a basketball jersey

Bekay, destined for fame

Been known to shut your favorite club down when I step on the stage

Chicks jock me, named the kid cocky

They say real can spot real, so I know ya’ll can spot me

Honeys spoil me royally

I mean I’m around birds so much Colional Sanders pays my roayltys

Pound a shot, get messy too

If not, pour it on a person standing next to you

Yo watch Bekay and follow

I don’t pass the courvoisier, I chug it straight out the bottle

Gamble in the hood, play cee-lo loco

Puertorican mamis say «Don Cito loco»

I’m business, the mic is a hobby

I can drop dead on the dance floor and still be the life of the party

Now fellas, get the condoms ready

Take that, honey shake that thing till your bra gets sweaty

You say you only drink Cris?

Shut up

My crew will drink anything as long as it gets us fucked up

I know chicks who slam shots of Hennessey

They wakin up next to me the next day, and they don’t even remember me

Cats tell lies, ya’ll loving the fables

I got chicks who could drink ya’ll under the table

It’s Bekay, screaming it loud

Cuz the future of hip-hop is now

Bekay (Say Bekay)

Dirt McGirt (say Dirt McGirt)

Bekay

Dirt McGirt

Bekay (Say Bekay)

Dirt McGirt (Say Dirt McGirt)

Bekay

Dirt McGirt

Yo we do it like this (and we out)