BROOKLYN ZU - Pour My Liquor lyrics

rate me

I hit the streets on Friday night

I got to roll up something right

And pour my liquor, and pour my liquor

Aiyo, I'm up early, outfit and too thorough

Yeah, we got to stay fly in my borough

We stay hood, ya'll jet to Palmetto

We eat good, we sharks in ya'll meadows

Ya'll pay her, she pay in my fellow

We do dirt, ya'll stay on old lizard

We drink Henny, ya'll drink P.S. Izzo

And my O.G. just scooped me in a limo

Your O.G. just scooped you in a Pinto

And I come back like The Count of Monte Cristo

You O.T., I get brains from your bimbo

I go all the way out for my kin folk

It's a Friday, I rock the blue and white Pumas

Red Monkey jeans, I step in the scene

Oh my God, look at that Benz, look clean

And look all them diamonds he got in his ring

And his chain hang down to his ding-a-ling

And his government is O. Turner getting that cream

And he come from O.D.B., Russ Jones

He could fill up a parking lot with all the cars he own

As we roll through burners, sipping Patron

And we stop on Putnam, feeling that home

And Franklin Ave., a place called home

And Franklin Ave., a place called home

I'm from old Brooklyn, the Zu niggas is at it again

This time we bound to win

I'm a b-boy, standing in my Brooklyn Zu stance

And don't get mad, if you can't do the Brooklyn Zu dance

My palms is sweaty, but I won't let my liquor slip

Yeah, I'm ahead of this shit

It's a Friday, I'm driving on the highway

Hope the police don't get behind me

Fuck around, they gon' have to find me

Where do we go from here

I love to drink my beer, and this right here

Be the Brooklyn Zu year, yeah