Catey Shaw - Brooklyn Girls

There’s a palace of bricks in
1-1-2-0-6
Where all the fly Brooklyn chicks reside
Combat boots in the summer
Subway train rolling under
See her on the lower east side

In her walk there’s a fire (fire)
And she’s got her own style (Oh-oh-oh)
You’ll get lost in her mystery (mystery)
And tonight she owns the city

Brooklyn girls
When they walk in they rule the world
(Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh)
Brooklyn girls
Tough and pretty, break the rules
(Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh)
Brooklyn girls, Brooklyn girls
(Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh)
Brooklyn girls, Brooklyn girls
(Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh)

Jay-Z bumps in her headphones
Drinks on top of the Brownstones
Get it on in the bathroom stall
Sunset girls acting prissy
Won’t get far in the city
We will freeze up your popsicle

Cause we play rough and gritty
They all want to catch our kitty
And there’s no use denying
That tonight we run the island

(Hey)
Wait for the L-train
(Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh)
(Hey)
Bedford to Broadway
(Woah-woah-oh-oh-oh)