Fat Tony - BKNY Lyrics
feat. Old Money[Fat Tony]I'm Mr. Mother *****ing like eXquireHold up, hold on, pipe down, I'm on the phone with National EnquirerAnd the intern inquired, is she really my girlfriend?Is my album gon' be weird? And how much money have I acquiredI told her, "I can answer anything you desire"She said we can't be getting freaky or she'll be firedBut I was an artist running like Forrest in the forest that she admiredShe told me to meet her in Bed-StuyOn Friday round a quarter to 5:00pmI could barely get a break in them thighsYeah, we on the creep, R.I.P. Left EyeI ain't R. Kelly, but I'm thinking Kelly got that vibeI pushed my pride aside to slide inside til she tiredBeen in it for so long I might retireRode her like a carnival, read the article, said I was fireI ain't from there but I come there and I ***** a girl in Crown HeightsI ain't from there but I come there, ain't afraid to walk around at nightI'm in Bed-Stuy with a red eye, I'm the shit in BushwickBlowing kush in Flatbush, Brooklyn![Old Money]Altantic ave, I'm dolla vanI'm Fulton Mall, I'm down at BAMI'm Lafayette, I'm UticaI'm Malcolm X, I'm Nostrand AveI'm Empire meet Remsen AveI'm Flatbush @ FarragutI'm Kings Highway, Prospect ParkLinden BoulevardI'm Brooklyn Bowl, I'm SouthpawI'm Glasslands, I'm Union HallI'm Golden Crust, Crown FriedBed-Stuy gentrifiedI'm Pitkin Ave @ RockawayI'm museum first SaturdaysI'm the Parkway on Labor DayI'm "yo son, BK!"Holla, hold on hold on hold yowPahtee dun, babylon dem a show up yowChurch Ave, jerk chicken barrel smokeGirls got the attitudes for reasons that we'll never knooooow.......Camera towers eher'where,Pot holes in the road make your tires disappearSee the block, see it black, you gone see copsThats unless its a time when you need the copsI need to stop, hop to the roti shopAli's - for them doubles and some sour sopLeaving, gypsy cab holla backOnly go a block and half, charge yo ass 3 stacks for thatPapi bodega got that face liftBut you go inside, it's still the same shitAll day, ehhh day, that's what we sayLiquor store corner store liquor store, BK![Fat Tony]I ain't from there but I come there and I ***** a girl in Crown HeightsI ain't from there but I come there, ain't afraid to walk around at nightI'm in Bed-Stuy with a red eye, I'm the shit in BushwickBlowing kush in Flatbush, Brooklyn!Hey Abby in Williamsburg, I know me and my friends get up on your nervesBut thanks for letting us stay, I appreciate it til this dayAnd Danielle in Bushwick, you really are my heart, shitI wanna give back what you gave but I'mma be here til your graveI'm on the rooftop, barbecuing with Shaka Groovin'AKA Tom Cruz, got the paparazzi pursuingAnd they wanna see all of our activitiesThey wanna photograph all of our extremitiesIn my mind, I'm kind of akin to SocratesOn these B's, I'm sort of like HerculesCause I be handling, traveling, on or off the courtEspecially when I be off in the New YorkI ain't from there but I come there and I ***** a girl in Crown HeightsI ain't from there but I come there, ain't afraid to walk around at nightI'm in Bed-Stuy with a red eye, I'm the shit in BushwickBlowing kush in Flatbush, Brooklyn!
