Super Brooklyn - Smif-N-Wessun

S-T what I represent, N-Y

Hold it down for my peeps in the 'ville in Do or Die

For the record let it be known — chrome for sale

And any one of these niggas could blow your grill

Show your skill — you want war?

Hold your steel

You want more?

Unload techs, you all could feel

Raw deal, you all peel, run for the hills

Run for your shields, the battlefield’s blastin at will

Smoke Dawg you know my name I’ll

Be the same til the day that I’m laid down

Niggas push me to the point’s gotta spray rounds

Takin shit like for a game, actin like clowns — always playin

You ain’t bustin off, just shootin the breeze

Cause you scared of the repercussion after we squeeze

You ain’t been through what I did just to get where I’m at

Streets where I rep and B-K where I be at

Cause Brook-lyn where we live-at

Jugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO)

Hand-lin a big-gat

My-army got my bi-zack

I’mma Brooklyn survivor, these streets is hotter than lava

Top of saliva, burn you like fire

I’m a B.K.D.C.S.T.

smokin Nestle with a chick in a G.S. Tree

Why Missy so sexy but she’s a bitch

Chill shorty, who can’t play me

I’m a general baby, what you crazy

Bucktown where niggas be actin so shady

Welcome to Crooklyn, where we send shots to ya fitted

Rock two tone doo rags and whips and kid it

I love to shit it, fuck you if you ain’t wit it

Out here I know the D.A.

get cases aquited

So why would I up and leave, behind all my team

All that cream, go to where new and start out clean

My sixteen, these niggas cramp with hoes

Been all around the word, still Brooklyn’s own

What we live is what you read about

And any time of the day we bring the heaters out

My nigga stacked his dough, then he bought the Beemer out

Now you wonderin what Cocoa B’s about?

(Cocoa BEEEEEZ, Cocoa BEEEEEEEEZ)

Cocoa B-R-double-O

K-L-Y-N with a couple HOEES

Tired of coppin weed bags, had enough of those

Invest in a few pounds or a couple O’s

My niggas hustle most aggressive and keep the toast

On point for the B’s and whenever beef approach

If you want me you can find me in the reefer smoke

Chrome close, anyone compete — meet your ghost

All my heights and capers, Smoky Lah be one of the greatest

Can’t tell you all the things my niggas do for the papers

Why our Roc’s look like Raiders and got models for ladies

Come through in fresh wears, always drivin Mercedes

Summer days and mountain bikes, wet Timbs on my feet

Move with the heat, Cocoa B’s influence your speech

Four in a week, catch me in the park gettin scent

Federales stay all over the bar, behind the neck, out in

Chorus:

Cause Brook-lyn where we live-at

Jugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO)

Hand-lin a big-gat

My-army got my bi-zack

What we live is what you read about

And any time of the day we bring the heaters out

My nigga stacked up his dough and brought the Beemer out

And now you wonderin what Cocoa B’s about?