Crooklyn – Special Ed by MuskaBeatz Lyrics

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Crooklyn

[repeats]

Oh shit, Special Ed up in this muthafucka

C’mon now, you don’t want to start nonsense
Crooklyn will make you wanna have a peace conference
I’ll bring it to you like Bush Sr. and Jr
‘Cause you paying with these bombs I’m gonna bring to you
I’m telling you, fool, I ain’t trying to sing to you
This is serious business
Clearly we in this
Forever
Seven figures or better
Come on, nigga, whatever
You call it, I’m gonna go for it
Pop shit, then pour it
Past the joint to Dionne Warwick
Now you on warn it
Wild kids, we light it up on Amtrak
Stand back
We the reason why they banned rap
Meanwhile
On the street, kids freestyle
I’m gonna rhyme ‘til I’m senile
Yet
This is something I could never forget
We make money like the federal men
Crooklyn
Stand up, gotta get my man up
Crooklyn
Stand up, gotta get my grands up
Crooklyn
Stand up, gotta get them hands up
Crooklyn
Stand up, stand up

Yo, I sold enough Coke to buy a Pepsi
God bless me
I need a cardiac car
Forget a Bentley
Test me
‘Til I pop up like pop quizzes
Yes, pass full flying colours to start business
Acting like you got digits
Coward, I wrote the script
On how to get riches
Menage a quois and French spas and three misses
Label me doll, lay this card, now who for the sickness
Like I need CPR or medical assistance
Coward, I’m all in this
Give me a fifty in the drawer and a warm Guinness
A weekend crash like stone loving at ease
Coward, you messing with grown thugs and Caddies
You spend a day at work
I spend a day in bed
Now imagine what my stash look like
Late night you wanna find out what the Mac look like
If the past come up short and the cash ain’t right
Crooklyn
Stand up, gotta get my man up
Crooklyn
Stand up, gotta get my grands up
Crooklyn
Stand up, gotta get them hands up
Crooklyn
Stand up, stand up

You better think about the things you saying
I got a whole team, but we ain’t playing
Be in the A.M., we be in L.A. and New York in the same day and
Flying over your state like I’m skating
While you at home waiting
I’m in the Terrordome
Taking for certain
Shorty was twerking
Holla
Dolla dolla dolla bill
You better get it now, or you probably never will
However you feel, but it’s still your call
I’m more laid back so I will not fall
I just roll over like mutual funds
Collect unusual guns
Schooling my sons
Show them how to get these ones without running
I’m on the sand, sunning
Tanned women
While you and your man fronting
Understand something
Crooklyn, young man, you don’t want nothing