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Crooklyn Dodgers (Special Ed, Masta Ace & Buckshot) - Crooklyn (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crooklyn Dodgers
Crooklyn Dodgers
Vocals
Special Ed
Special Ed
Rap
Master Ace
Master Ace
Rap
Buckshot
Buckshot
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Special Ed
Special Ed
Composer
Master Ace
Master Ace
Composer
Mr Muhammad
Mr Muhammad
Composer
Keith Elam
Keith Elam
Composer
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Composer
Chris Martin
Chris Martin
Composer
Ewart C. Dewgarde
Ewart C. Dewgarde
Composer
Kenyatta Blake
Kenyatta Blake
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A Tribe Called Quest
A Tribe Called Quest
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough
[Verse 1]
Panic as another manic depressant
Adolescent stares at death, now what's left?
When there ain't no guide and a whole lotta pride
It might be a homicide, so let the drama slide
We don't want no problems, B
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
'Cause life is too short and it just gets shorter
I wish I had a quarter for all my people they slaughter
Last year alone, in the dead zone
Walk straight, but don't walk late
'Cause I'm comin' with a hate only made from what it made me
'Cause nobody ever played me
Now it's only gettin' worse
Buck Shot and Ace in the land of the waste, kickin' you in your face
[Verse 2]
We be doin' it up Crooklyn style
What does it take to get you wild?
My mentality is gettin' iller, killer
Instinct is tryna infiltrate, but wait
I know you wanna enter, but I can't let you in
My mind state's the maddest, I'm gone with the wind
Because it is survival of the fittest
When the shit hits the fan, I got my shank in my hand
Black man with the permanent tan
I come from the 'Ville and never ran, damn
[Verse 3]
I'm feelin' another part of reality
Hit me when I represent the F.A.P.
Straight from the 'Ville, Tilden played the building
I mean literally when I say, "I'll make a killin'"
For my cypher, see, I'm fittin' to bust a piper
Original heads represent the Brooklyn all-nighter
Do or die, I'm sayin', "It's you and I"
Bring your clique, so we can get stoned like Family Sly
Peace to C.I. and the Bush
Mighty Mateen, Ruck and the Rock givin' a push
[Chorus]
Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough
Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough
[Verse 4]
We did it like that and now we do it like this
We did it like that and now we do it like this
Go inside your mind and find a time that you miss
And just think about the steel in your fist
It's just an extension of your arm
It's that ghetto type of charm that makes all the homeboys swarm
Can I drop the bomb? Oh, yes, I can
Move with the groove, smooth like Geechie Dan
Who is the man? That kid there
Who is the chick with the pick in her hair?
Angela, uh, Davis, and we roll like Avis
Rent-a-Car, kid, there you are
[Verse 5]
You know where to find me whenever you need me
If you know the Ave, follow the path
To the land of the aftermath, but don't frolic in the midst
Crazy ass Crooklyn kids
'Cause they're always throwin' a body on my lawn
I'm gettin' a Rottweiler without a collar
Get off my block, boy, and gimme a dollar
For the trouble, or get blown up like a bubble
[Verse 6]
Now let's take a sec to think back to the year of the 7-O
When Brooklyn was the place to go
Flow on a journey up to Crown Heights
Ebbets Field, feel the real-to-real on your life
Trife individuals live in the PJs
DeeEvil, check my DJ
Hey, play, what I wanna play in the day
But in the night, I feel the right, took the left
Bucktown, Brooklyn, break it down
Heads from state to state, travel as I unravel the rate
Howard, Tapscot, and Sutter
I remember way back in the days playin' Hot Peas and Butter
Brother, if you want another lesson, Crooklyn session
Take it back, Black Smif-N-Wessun
[Verse 7]
Press your luck, you'll get stuck by Buck for your bucks
Master Ace has the taste for ducks and duck sauce
So tell Lord Digga, "Dig a grave for the bones, sticks and stones"
While I kick some ancient poems through your domes
Act went back to attack your homes
So Tip, can I flip? (Yes, you can)
I'm in a World War with Muhammad, my man
[Verse 8]
Feels so good to be a Crooklyn Dodger
Uh-huh, what's happenin' to ReRun and Roger?
I think I seen 'em wearin' Timberlands and runnin' down the block
From Dwayne and Dwayne had a Glock
'Cause he be sellin' rock for the Partridge Family
And Reuben Kincaid drives a 300E
And he be pimpin' Chrissy from Three's Company
Plus he stuck Mr. T for all his jewelry
This is a '70s thing from the days
When kids didn't act so crazy in Crooklyn
[Chorus]
Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough
Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough
Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough
Straight from Crooklyn, better known as Brooklyn
Never takin' shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough
Written by: Chris Martin, Ewart C. Dewgarde, Keith Elam, Kenyatta Blake, Master Ace, Mr Muhammad, Q-Tip, Special Ed
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