Cocoa Brovaz
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and so It's Tek man niggaz can't tell me shit [Tek] I do what…
Down By Law (Intro) Hey yo hey hey hey hey hey tell your momma…
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@pepelimones7802
Verse One]
S-T what I represent, N-Y
Hold it down for my peeps in the 'ville in Do or Die
For the record let it be known - chrome for sale
And any one of these niggas could blow your grill
Show your skill - you want war? Hold your steel
You want more? Unload techs, you all could feel
Raw deal, you all peel, run for the hills
Run for your shields, the battlefield's blastin at will
[Verse Two]
Smoke Dawg you know my name I'll
Be the same til the day that I'm laid down
Niggas push me to the point's gotta spray rounds
Takin shit like for a game, actin like clowns - always playin
You ain't bustin off, just shootin the breeze
Cause you scared of the repercussion after we squeeze
You ain't been through what I did just to get where I'm at
Streets where I rep and B-K where I be at
[Chorus: Cocoa Brovas]
Cause Brook-lyn where we live-at
Jugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO)
Hand-lin a big-gat
My-army got my bi-zack
[Steele]
I'mma Brooklyn survivor, these streets is hotter than lava
Top of saliva, burn you like fire
I'm a B.K.D.C.S.T. smokin Nestle with a chick in a G.S. Tree
Why Missy so sexy but she's a bitch
Chill shorty, who can't play me
I'm a general baby, what you crazy
Bucktown where niggas be actin so shady
[Tek]
Welcome to Crooklyn, where we send shots to ya fitted
Rock two tone doo rags and whips and kid it
I love to shit it, fuck you if you ain't wit it
Out here I know the D.A. get cases aquited
So why would I up and leave, behind all my team
All that cream, go to where new and start out clean
My sixteen, these niggas cramp with hoes
Been all around the word, still Brooklyn's own
[Chorus 2X]
[Cocoa Brovas]
What we live is what you read about
And any time of the day we bring the heaters out
My nigga stacked his dough, then he bought the Beemer out
Now you wonderin what Cocoa B's about?
(Cocoa BEEEEEZ, Cocoa BEEEEEEEEZ)
[Verse Four]
Cocoa B-R-double-O
K-L-Y-N with a couple HOEES
Tired of coppin weed bags, had enough of those
Invest in a few pounds or a couple O's
My niggas hustle most aggressive and keep the toast
On point for the B's and whenever beef approach
If you want me you can find me in the reefer smoke
Chrome close, anyone compete - meet your ghost
[Verse Five]
All my heights and capers, Smoky Lah be one of the greatest
Can't tell you all the things my niggas do for the papers
Why our Roc's look like Raiders and got models for ladies
Come through in fresh wears, always drivin Mercedes
Summer days and mountain bikes, wet Timbs on my feet
Move with the heat, Cocoa B's influence your speech
Four in a week, catch me in the park gettin scent
Federales stay all over the bar, behind the neck, out in
Chorus: {repeat 2X}
Cause Brook-lyn where we live-at
Jugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO)
Hand-lin a big-gat
My-army got my bi-zack
[Cocoa Brovas]
What we live is what you read about
And any time of the day we bring the heaters out
My nigga stacked up his dough and brought the Beemer out
And now you wonderin what Cocoa B's about?
@bigworm3828
S-T what I represent, N-Y
Hold it down for my peeps in the 'ville in Do or Die
For the record let it be known - chrome for sale
And any one of these niggas could blow your grill
Show your skill - you want war? Hold your steel
You want more? Unload techs, you all could feel
Raw deal, you all peel, run for the hills
Run for your shields, the battlefield's blastin at will
{Verse Two}
Smoke Dawg you know my name I'll
Be the same til the day that I'm laid down
Niggas push me to the point's gotta spray rounds
Takin shit like for a game, actin like clowns - always playin
You ain't bustin off, just shootin the breeze
Cause you scared of the repercussion after we squeeze
You ain't been through what I did just to get where I'm at
Streets where I rep and B-K where I be at
Chorus: Cocoa Brovas
Cause Brook-lyn where we live-at
Jugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO)
Hand-lin a big-gat
My-army got my bi-zack
{overlapping Chorus}
Aiyyo, do your thang baby
Yeah yeah, we keep it hot
Yeah yeah, it's Cocoa Brovas, LB Fam
Aiyyo, aiyyo
{Verse Three - Mista Cheeks}
Stay up on the ground baby; see, bullets bein spitted
From us niggas in this game that's committed
Now which niggas widdit? Enter my grounds
Let me show you what's really goin down - you bunch of clowns
Frontin like you really hot; understand kid you really not
Hype is all you really got - blow your spot
We pack it in, like a circus
Basically; niggas and they chicks love the way we work this
Spit that official rap shit - from the what - rap context
Knock it off with your nonsense
The hot shit I spit at you - is bound to hit you
And half the members in your crew, kid we out to get you
Dry an' Mill stay up in my sessions (all the time)
I stay finessin just in case I gotta teach a lesson, no question
Competition ain't nada
You make it hot for me and mines, see we make it hotter
Yo, aiyyo..
Chorus: Mista Cheeks (repeat 2X)
Queens is where I be-at (LB Fam)
I'm askin cousin where the weed-at (South-SIIIDE)
You got a blow well let me hit-it (aiyyo DUDE)
Some Jamaica unpermitted (black bandana, Yankee fitted)
{Cocoa Brovas}
What we live is what you read about
And any time of the day we bring the heaters out
My nigga stacked his dough, then he bought the Beemer out
Now you wonderin what Cocoa B's about?
(Cocoa BEEEEEZ, Cocoa BEEEEEEEEZ)
{Verse Four}
Cocoa B-R-double-O
K-L-Y-N with a couple HOEES
Tired of coppin weed bags, had enough of those
Invest in a few pounds or a couple O's
My niggas hustle most aggressive and keep the toast
On point for the B's and whenever beef approach
If you want me you can find me in the reefer smoke
Chrome close, anyone compete - meet your ghost
{Verse Five}
All my heights and capers, Smoky Lah be one of the greatest
Can't tell you all the things my niggas do for the papers
Why our Roc's look like Raiders and got models for ladies
Come through in fresh wears, always drivin Mercedes
Summer days and mountain bikes, wet Timbs on my feet
Move with the heat, Cocoa B's influence your speech
Four in a week, catch me in the park gettin scent
Federales stay all over the bar, behind the neck
Chorus:
{repeat 2X}
Cause Brook-lyn where we live-at
Jugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO)
Hand-lin a big-gat
My-army got my bi-zack
{Cocoa Brovas}
What we live is what you read about
And any time of the day we bring the heaters out
My nigga stacked up his dough and brought the Beemer out
And now you wonderin what Cocoa B's about?
@zkdr6278
Lyrics:
You wanna play with your Mario games?
I had a big raims is a big taims
'Cause Mario might be super
But I'm super duper
With a big tuper
'Cause no ones going to hit it like me
'Cause Mario has a big C
But I got the A+ on that test because it's a big mess
Mario might be a super m-er man
But I'm going to have a big tan
He might have went to the past and'mm to the future
But I'm gonna make a
New game how to nuture
Man, the Mario can't play like that T-Dub's, on the may
Man, you want to hit it down with the big town
Man, you can't be like the big brown
My boy Emula, he has insemula
Man Seth and Emula, once they get together they're gonna be the team
Of the mean
You see my boy Seth he can rap like the Meth
That's on the test
Man, you can't even hit it with the big mess
Man, you can't beat 'em because he's gonna see 'em
Man, you gonna hit it down with the big town, I'm gonna make it round
I had a big town in the A-Town
@bigworm3828
S-T what I represent, N-Y
Hold it down for my peeps in the 'ville in Do or Die
For the record let it be known - chrome for sale
And any one of these niggas could blow your grill
Show your skill - you want war? Hold your steel
You want more? Unload techs, you all could feel
Raw deal, you all peel, run for the hills
Run for your shields, the battlefield's blastin at will
{Verse Two}
Smoke Dawg you know my name I'll
Be the same til the day that I'm laid down
Niggas push me to the point's gotta spray rounds
Takin shit like for a game, actin like clowns - always playin
You ain't bustin off, just shootin the breeze
Cause you scared of the repercussion after we squeeze
You ain't been through what I did just to get where I'm at
Streets where I rep and B-K where I be at
Chorus: Cocoa Brovas
Cause Brook-lyn where we live-at
Jugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO)
Hand-lin a big-gat
My-army got my bi-zack
{overlapping Chorus}
Aiyyo, do your thang baby
Yeah yeah, we keep it hot
Yeah yeah, it's Cocoa Brovas, LB Fam
Aiyyo, aiyyo
{Verse Three - Mista Cheeks}
Stay up on the ground baby; see, bullets bein spitted
From us niggas in this game that's committed
Now which niggas widdit? Enter my grounds
Let me show you what's really goin down - you bunch of clowns
Frontin like you really hot; understand kid you really not
Hype is all you really got - blow your spot
We pack it in, like a circus
Basically; niggas and they chicks love the way we work this
Spit that official rap shit - from the what - rap context
Knock it off with your nonsense
The hot shit I spit at you - is bound to hit you
And half the members in your crew, kid we out to get you
Dry an' Mill stay up in my sessions (all the time)
I stay finessin just in case I gotta teach a lesson, no question
Competition ain't nada
You make it hot for me and mines, see we make it hotter
Yo, aiyyo..
Chorus: Mista Cheeks (repeat 2X)
Queens is where I be-at (LB Fam)
I'm askin cousin where the weed-at (South-SIIIDE)
You got a blow well let me hit-it (aiyyo DUDE)
Some Jamaica unpermitted (black bandana, Yankee fitted)
{Cocoa Brovas}
What we live is what you read about
And any time of the day we bring the heaters out
My nigga stacked his dough, then he bought the Beemer out
Now you wonderin what Cocoa B's about?
(Cocoa BEEEEEZ, Cocoa BEEEEEEEEZ)
{Verse Four}
Cocoa B-R-double-O
K-L-Y-N with a couple HOEES
Tired of coppin weed bags, had enough of those
Invest in a few pounds or a couple O's
My niggas hustle most aggressive and keep the toast
On point for the B's and whenever beef approach
If you want me you can find me in the reefer smoke
Chrome close, anyone compete - meet your ghost
{Verse Five}
All my heights and capers, Smoky Lah be one of the greatest
Can't tell you all the things my niggas do for the papers
Why our Roc's look like Raiders and got models for ladies
Come through in fresh wears, always drivin Mercedes
Summer days and mountain bikes, wet Timbs on my feet
Move with the heat, Cocoa B's influence your speech
Four in a week, catch me in the park gettin scent
Federales stay all over the bar, behind the neck
Chorus:
{repeat 2X}
Cause Brook-lyn where we live-at
Jugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO)
Hand-lin a big-gat
My-army got my bi-zack
{Cocoa Brovas}
What we live is what you read about
And any time of the day we bring the heaters out
My nigga stacked up his dough and brought the Beemer out
And now you wonderin what Cocoa B's about?
@Flinteastwood420
The coolest substitute teacher ever played this for the class back in the early 2000s. The nostalgia is real.
@The808Prophet
Really?
@bl6624
@808MixMaster Then he taught the class how to roll a dutch
@supercat2087
W
@TheDigitalJedi777
Proof that Producers in HipHop can wreck any sample and turn it into 🔥🔥🔥
@_SaXoN_
Hip hop is a universal music genre that can not only blend any other genre into it but any sound.
@__4762
Some history about this song.
The most striking thing about it are the samples. There are several sound effects and two songs taken straight from Super Mario Bros. on NES, and their use here is actually illegal. Cocoa Brovas, also known as Tek-N-Steele and Smif-N-Wesson was actually unsigned to any record label at this point. They formed a rap supergroup known as Boot Camp Clik with Heltah Skeltah, Buckshot from Black Moon, and O.G.C. and they were subsequently dropped from their label after their debut album. Super Brooklyn was produced entirely underground by the duo, catching the attention of Rawkus Records, another underground label.
@seewhativescene
Wow really they sampled Mario brothers? Where would we be without youuuuu to weirdosplain?
@copheart
@@seewhativescene What dickhead comment. Feel better now?
@guest_4416
@@seewhativescenehe's just talking about the history? No need to comment if you have such bad opinions.