Klooney - Brooklyn Hustle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
B-R-O-O-K-L-Y-N
New York kids
We always stay hustlin'
Huh-hu-huh-hu-huh yeah hustlin'
Huh-hu-huh-hu-huh yeah hustlin'

B-R-O-O-K-L-Y-N
New York kids
We always stay hustlin'
Huh-hu-huh-hu-huh yeah hustlin'
Huh-hu-huh-hu-huh yeah hustlin'

[Verse 1: Prince Ollie]
Whoa
Born in the hood
Where the game was always easy
Had two loving parents
Who could always pay to feed me
That's Cobble Hill
From Court Street to Hicks
Atlantic after Union
Yeah those lovely brown bricks
Downtown Brooklyn
The heart of New York City
Times Square is whack
Yeah sure the lights are pretty
But if you want that
Old New York Vibe
Come downtown to Brooklyn
Where the streets are alive
You gotta love the summer
With the BK style
Barbecue late nights
Always last awhile
Flirting with the neighbor girls
Passing back the smiles
Getting into fights
Just acting high style
It's stupid and fun
You know the BK way
Lounging on the stoop
Saying "hello lady, good day!"
But that's me in my heart
And when I'm feeling shooken
Always think of home
My beautiful love is
Brooklyn

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Matty Light]
A half block away
Chilling in the back yard
You'll find a couple youngsters
Smoking on cigars
And taking swigs of a drink
Too drunk to think
If you hadn't guessed
That was me and the Prince
Only 12 years old
But so damn sold
That this was a life
That we wanted to hold
And we roll blunts and joints
Straight full of minis
Only shit we found but now
We run this city
Always huh-hu-hustlin'
Ask me I don't got it
They don't get it for a price
Then you'll finally get nice
Off some shit that'll probably kill you
But I don't care
Cause I got a couple dollars
And I had to go nowhere
Had to do nothin'
Had to spend nothin'
Really don't know why
People be trustin'
Me
Guess they don't know where they looking
You can never be to careful when you roll through Brooklyn
And you better roll deep
I'm talking mile deep
When you get in my piece cause
If there were a brawl
You'd all fall
Get out my town
And go back to your damn mall
Driveways and cars
Brooklyn got none of that
We take the train there
And we walk or we run back
I used to skate down on congress street
Then the music took me
And now I conjure beats

[Hook x2]