OG Brooklyn
What's up Brax? You takin' fashion chances -
With that fuzzy lip wig and your grandpa's glasses?
Hey, welcome to Brooklyn- Good to have you around
Lemme tell how the really real Brooklyn gets down
In the 70's and 80's there were lots o' dead bodies
BK was full o' gangsters like gambino and gotti
You couldn't even sit in a parked car and kiss
On account' of Son of Sam David Berkowiz
I don't give a shit about that plaid in your shirt
The only plaid that we had was in our catholic skirts
We took care of our business with schoolyard fights
Then we'd hang out and smoke some fuckin' Marlboro lights
I'm OG Brooklyn, got a problem with me?
I been ridin' the 5 since 1973
Full o' graffiti, clutchin' my purse
You think it's bad now? Well it was much fuckin' worse!
YEAH! you heard what I said
I slept with 5 siblings in my mother's bed
Bagel for dinner, pizza for lunch
Playin' stoop ball... never heard of no brunch
I'm OG Brooklyn... I'm OG Brooklyn...
Took the bus to Riis park, that was our vacation
we never even heard of no gentrification
We watched movies in the park, and read books on the bench
Opened my back door with an Allen wrench
Your vintage shoes make ya look like a clown
We had a different word for that, it's called HAND-ME-DOWNS
Oh you're feelin' sad 'cause the L train's slow?
We walked a mile to the subway in the fuckin' SNOW!
I'm OG brooklyn, got a problem with me?
We drank michelob from Dirty Louie's Deli
Makin' out and stayin' out and classes cut
Singin' Don Maclean on the greenline bus
We identified our areas by catholic school
"Yo where are you from?" St Thomas Aquinas!
I'm hiding from my mom because I got a b-minus
I'm OG Brooklyn... I'm OG Brooklyn...
You're just sour grapes it's my Brooklyn now
I eat cheese every day, but not from a cow
I play flag football in McCarren park
But I take a Lyft home before it gets too dark
I'm a Sconnie from Wisconsin and now Brooklyn is me
I'd rather wait for the L than ever take the G
I walk dogs on the weekend and my parents pay my rent
Starbucks and barcade are where my money's spent
Leave me alone!
I'm OG Brooklyn - no lattes, thank-ya
Just a cup of hot water with a spoonful of Sanka
We didn't call it ghost whip when we jumped out the car
And we didn't start tabs - we slapped a 20 on the bar
Oh you played sports? Oh sugar, that's sweet
Instead o' grass, we slid our bare legs on concrete!
I'm the baddest fuckin woman from the borough of kings
I'm the god damn reason Barbra Streisand sings!
With that fuzzy lip wig and your grandpa's glasses?
Hey, welcome to Brooklyn- Good to have you around
Lemme tell how the really real Brooklyn gets down
In the 70's and 80's there were lots o' dead bodies
BK was full o' gangsters like gambino and gotti
You couldn't even sit in a parked car and kiss
On account' of Son of Sam David Berkowiz
I don't give a shit about that plaid in your shirt
The only plaid that we had was in our catholic skirts
We took care of our business with schoolyard fights
Then we'd hang out and smoke some fuckin' Marlboro lights
I'm OG Brooklyn, got a problem with me?
I been ridin' the 5 since 1973
Full o' graffiti, clutchin' my purse
You think it's bad now? Well it was much fuckin' worse!
YEAH! you heard what I said
I slept with 5 siblings in my mother's bed
Bagel for dinner, pizza for lunch
Playin' stoop ball... never heard of no brunch
I'm OG Brooklyn... I'm OG Brooklyn...
Took the bus to Riis park, that was our vacation
we never even heard of no gentrification
We watched movies in the park, and read books on the bench
Opened my back door with an Allen wrench
Your vintage shoes make ya look like a clown
We had a different word for that, it's called HAND-ME-DOWNS
Oh you're feelin' sad 'cause the L train's slow?
We walked a mile to the subway in the fuckin' SNOW!
I'm OG brooklyn, got a problem with me?
We drank michelob from Dirty Louie's Deli
Makin' out and stayin' out and classes cut
Singin' Don Maclean on the greenline bus
We identified our areas by catholic school
"Yo where are you from?" St Thomas Aquinas!
I'm hiding from my mom because I got a b-minus
I'm OG Brooklyn... I'm OG Brooklyn...
You're just sour grapes it's my Brooklyn now
I eat cheese every day, but not from a cow
I play flag football in McCarren park
But I take a Lyft home before it gets too dark
I'm a Sconnie from Wisconsin and now Brooklyn is me
I'd rather wait for the L than ever take the G
I walk dogs on the weekend and my parents pay my rent
Starbucks and barcade are where my money's spent
Leave me alone!
I'm OG Brooklyn - no lattes, thank-ya
Just a cup of hot water with a spoonful of Sanka
We didn't call it ghost whip when we jumped out the car
And we didn't start tabs - we slapped a 20 on the bar
Oh you played sports? Oh sugar, that's sweet
Instead o' grass, we slid our bare legs on concrete!
I'm the baddest fuckin woman from the borough of kings
I'm the god damn reason Barbra Streisand sings!
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Writer(s): Douglas Widick
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