Lost in Brooklyn - down south

We got lost in Brooklyn

Yeah

Lost in Brooklyn

Where?

We got lost in Brooklyn

Yeah

Lost in Brooklyn

«You're in deep — the way things are lookin»

Now ah Brooklyn’s known to rip a many a show

Have a many of foes, that’s what we were told

The plot’s in the south but the setting’s in the north

I’ma cool out, clear the voice of course

Cool, clear your vocal

While I step down to the postal

And mail a postcard to my moms

Soon to drop bombs of mine

Hey yo yo Shawn, look at them girls in that express line

(What is up with that southern twang? — I don’t know)

Yeah we drink much tang and we swing some ding-a-ling

A snake in the grass, that’s what I say

So we saddled up a hoochie coo’in on a Friday

8PM, it’s two of them

It’s two of us, we’ll ride the bus without a fuss

This is ill, bro, there’s a fat red brick in the pillow

She caught me, now I’m sleepy as a willow

Woke up in the morn, no money, no pants

In my drawers and my shirt

Damn, my head hurts

Simultaneously with an instant erection

There were two razors and a gat pointed in my man’s direction

(.pants, all of that! Give it all up! All of it!)

Now ah what am I to do, cause she’s the boss

But never sleep when you’re lost in Brooklyn

We got lost in Brooklyn

Yeah

Lost in Brooklyn

Where?

We got lost in Brooklyn

Yeah

Who’s lost in Brooklyn

«You're in deep — the way things are lookin'»

Brooklyn, man, it’s like another world, man, another planet, yo

I was totally lost, yo

I didn’t know where to go, man

Got stuck up for my cash, yo, my money

These girls stuck me up

Been livin here a month and we been through some ill — shucks

The girl took my bucks

On the way down the block

We heard the chiddy-bang-bang-bang

Scatter

We laid like platters

And hit the decks

What’s next?

A perfect description, fingerprints on the piece

A piece of Junior’s Cheesecake?

Nah-nah, bro

Handcuffed upstate on skid row

Falsely accused, goin to Albee Square to buy shoes

The blues, now we on the news

Man, ya ain’t livin' large when you’re tryin' beat a murder charge

Yo, can I get one phone call, please?

Thank God for the acquittal

Now we in the brownstone in Brooklyn eatin' vittles

And all of that stuff that goes with the flow

I know how to get lost in Brooklyn

We got lost in Brooklyn

Yeah

Lost in Brooklyn

Where?

We got lost in Brooklyn

Yeah

Who’s lost in Brooklyn

«You're in deep — the way things are lookin'»