Traduction: T Love. La Brooklyn.
T-Love] From LA to Brooklyn, it's about rhymes and beats From Brooklyn to LA, it's about beats and rhymes [Yeshua Da PoED] Now if I didn't rap, mics
but I won't leave the glove Like ??? ??? Shyne/shine but I won't leave the club BROOKLYN ZOO! All we feed you is slugs Like, yeah love you know I
to the old school) (all these motherfuckers in the bronx, & brooklyn, & staten island) We ride, When we ride we ride, It's 'til the day that we die (Nothin but love
of you Then it gotta be more, y'all left your paws Footprints on the game hood ain't been the same Feeling ain't been in music hooks ain't been the
plan on her wrist Niggaz don't like that I got on I sees it yet If I'm Bin Laden then the mics that I got on I used to love apartments ? in the lease
wears his hair Tied in a small bow at the back I love him but it embarrasses me To walk down the street with him He lives in Brooklyn somewhere And wears
to Jay Z we waiting on that come back, billboard number one trust me we didn't do that You ain't on my level never graduated my grade Been had a scholarship, I don't
s 'bout to be on (Yes) Tell her don't show if it ain't heels and thongs (Yes) I can already see it, ooh what a feeling Just don't (Yes) Get jealous if
We don't stop Huh [VERSE 1] A revolution of mass confusion, brothers killin each other Robbin their mother, father, sister and brother They don't wanna
my hips so don't trip One motherfucker from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around Yo, why ya'll got beef with police? Ain't
lay under my head so I don't trip One motherfucker from the Underground And Big Stretch buckin niggaz if they fuck around Yo why I got beef with police? Ain't
fame [Young Noble] Don't remember "Hit 'Em Up," don't make us do it once.. more Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them Out..lawz We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn
I say? I wouldn't be here today if the old school didn't pave the way" -- Grand Puba (repeat 3X) Nothin like the old school/ain't nuttin like the old
'em up Check this out You mutha-fuckas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to
couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight, with my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Little busta I'll
bone solitude in your dance floor rhythm zone let your body go, just don?t follow the letter do what you feel, the more absurd the better don't be afraid