Street Light Boutique - Street Talk

Check the street talk from the sidewalk
Planes and trains can't transport the same
Mom and dad can't explain the game
Stack the dice they don't shoot the same
House gonna win it every minute innit
Ass bet then your dead, ass ass gone get it
The proof is in the pudding
And the pudding the banana type
Nilla wafers hella right
After meal hella tight
Catch them off the cuff for the first jump-off
Waiting outside til his folks knock off
You are what you say until you show you not
On the inside like you run the spot
Cash rules everything
Except the jooks
Outside like everybody a crook
Masked up with the pandemic protocol look

Newkirk to Nostrand, Flatbush Junction
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn

Can't blame the kids first steps learned behavior
Seek the knowledge, don't seek to savior
Test the skill, steel sharpens steel
Money growing like grass with the mass appeal
Everytime we in it, goal is to win it
House gonna win it every minute in it
Make a move off cuff, forever calling a bluff
No disrespect that's how you get touched
At the end of the night we split the take up
That's just that Street Light Boutique behavior
Cut close like a single edge razor
Style Eyes like Margie with the lens work.
Frames served hot like Brooklyn Perk
Little Carribean out in New York City
Sharp and witty, still everything gritty

Newkirk to Nostrand, Flatbush Junction
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn

Written by:
Rachel Hodge, Robert Hodge Jr

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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