Yes this song will serve as the proof That in the midst of everything so negative There's always something Positive I said yeah ah come on I said yeah uh come on I said yeah uh come on I said yeah ah come on I got a Brooklyn honey and she don't want me for my money Laughs at all my jokes especially when it's not funny And I confess that I'm her all true man She got a fly hairdo, little trinkets on her hands Her ears is pierced, and in them diamond trunks My rhymes is fierce, so won't you back up off her punks Junk in her trunk, so I know the brothers sweat her But that's OK, cause I know she know better More cakes than Drake's and more things than ring-dings It ain't no need to try to gas her to swing She's not impressed, by your fancy car She got a body so she's snotty and she don't care who you are So don't get mad and diss her reputation Callin her a floozy, any conversation Mad grammar backstabber, girls they wanna be her But like Stevie Wonder, none of y'all can see her So when your fellas turn, just learn to keep lookin Cause I got me a flower, that grows in Brooklyn That grows in Brooklyn Walkin down the street, fellas go by watchin her sayin "Hey baby" "Hey baby" "Boom, the bip, the boom bip" Here's a little quote, from Anita Baker Give the best to God, so won't you move with the shaker I come back like a boomerang-ah Make women wind, like a zoom to zang-ah You fellas wanna know if I can hang? Yeah, yeah All you ladies wanna know if I can hang? Owwwwwww I rips the show I gets the dough I licks you low I let you know That times have passed that fast, dere it go I see your girl, I know she right I run that Johnny Gill line and say, "You sho' look good tonight" But alas, that's the past, I'm not hookin I got me a flower, that grows in Brooklyn That grows in Brooklyn Walkin down the street, fellas go by watchin her sayin "Hey baby" "Hey baby" "ya, y'know, ya ya y'know" Brothers in the neighborhood don't like my style They don't likes the way I walk, they don't like my smile But when I go see her they don't try to play me though They give me a pound and say, "We know you from the video" And by the way, do you live on Canarsie? Nah, but much respect to the Brooklyn posse I step to the rear, cause I don't want no beef baloney They might know my name, but now look, they don't know me Nots to worry, cause the kid is thorough Prepared for riffin any town street or borough Cause you know, there's a Brooklyn wherever you go And every girl, there's a flower that's dyin to grow So when I'm town, you know I'm at her hut Loungin like a Band-Aid, in the cut And when I get dat feelin, uhh! Legs hit the air, footprints get left on the ceiling She came a tight end, and she left a wide receiver I make white girls a believer ever since the Jungle Fever I came a long way to say she's taken tooken And that's why she's my flower, that grows in Brooklyn That grows in Brooklyn Walkin down the street, fellas go by watchin her sayin "Hey baby" "Hey baby" Oh yeah, come on Uhh, I said yeah, ah come on Uhh, I said yeah, ah come on Uhh, I said yeah, ah come on I said yeah, ah come on, uhh I said yeah, ah come on, uhh I said yeah, ah come on, uhh I said yeah, ah come on To all my girlfriends out there in Brooklyn I love you! Heheheheheheh Hehehehe, yeah, ah come on, uhh I said yeah, ah come on, uhh I said yeah