Lyric A Flower Grows In Brooklyn

Yes this song will serve as the proof
That in the midst of everything so negative
There s always something Positive

I said yeah ah come on
I said yeah uh come on
I said yeah uh come on
I said yeah ah come on

I got a Brooklyn honey and she don t want me for my money
Laughs at all my jokes especially when it s not funny
And I confess that I m her all true man
She got a fly hairdo, little trinkets on her hands
Her ears is pierced, and in them diamond trunks
My rhymes is fierce, so won t you back up off her punks
Junk in her trunk, so I know the brothers sweat her
But that s OK, cause I know she know better
More cakes than Drake s and more things than ring-dings
It ain t no need to try to gas her to swing
She s not impressed, by your fancy car
She got a body so she s snotty and she don t care who you are
So don t get mad and diss her reputation
Callin her a floozy, any conversation
Mad grammar backstabber, girls they wanna be her
But like Stevie Wonder, none of y all can see her!
So when your fellas turn, just learn to keep lookin
Cause I got me a flower, that grows in Brooklyn

That grows in Brooklyn

Walkin down the street, fellas go by watchin her sayin
"Hey baby.." -> Sadat X
"Hey baby.." -> Sadat X
"Boom, the bip, the boom bip.." -> Q-Tip
Here s a little quote, from Anita Baker
Give the best to God, so won t you move with the shaker
I come back like a boomerang-ah
Make women wind, like a zoom to zang-ah
You fellas wanna know if I can hang? Yeah, yeah
All you ladies wanna know if I can hang? O
I rips the show I gets the dough I licks you low I let you know
that times have passed that fast -- dere it go!
I see your girl, I know she right
I run that Johnny Gill line and say, "You sho look good tonight"
But alas, that s the past, I m not hookin
I got me a flower, that grows in Brooklyn

That grows in Brooklyn

Walkin down the street, fellas go by watchin her sayin
"Hey baby.." -> Sadat X
"Hey baby.." -> Sadat X
"ya, y know, ya ya y know.." -> ?
Brothers in the neighborhood don t like my style
They don t likes the way I walk, they don t like my smile
But when I go see her they don t try to play me though
They give me a pound and say, "We know you from the video"
And by the way, do you live on Canarsie?
Nah, but much respect to the Brooklyn posse
I step to the rear, cause I don t want no beef baloney
They might know my name, but now look, they don t know me
Nots to worry, cause the kid is thorough
Prepared for riffin any town street or borough
Cause you know, there s a Brooklyn wherever you go
And every girl, there s a flower that s dyin to grow
So when I m town, you know I m at her hut
Loungin like a Band-Aid, in the cut
And when I get dat feelin, uhh!
Legs hit the air, footprints get left on the ceiling
She came a tight end, and she left a wide receiver
I make white girls a believer ever since the Jungle Fever
I came a long way to say she s taken tooken
And that s why she s my flower, that grows in Brooklyn

That grows in Brooklyn

Walkin down the street, fellas go by watchin her sayin
"Hey baby.." -> Sadat X
"Hey baby.." -> Sadat X

Oh yeah, come on
Uhh, I said yeah, ah come on
Uhh, I said yeah, ah come on
Uhh, I said yeah, ah come on
I said yeah, ah come on, uhh
I said yeah, ah come on, uhh
I said yeah, ah come on, uhh
I said yeah, ah come on

To all my girlfriends out there in Brooklyn
I love you! Heheheheheheh
Hehehehe, yeah, ah come on, uhh
I said yeah, ah come on, uhh
I said yeah..