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grip grand – broakland iv(clubland) lyrics

hey!hey!hey! party people
i am the fabulous d-j, d-j
and i’m d-j, d-jin’
bringin’ you the new gripgrand, clubland
broakland, the last crusades!
what? broakland can’t come in the club man?
everybody is in the club nowadays
with floor length blue minks on
it’s f-ckin’ awkward…

the last crusades!
so hungry once i ate toothpaste
now that’ll make any man screw face
life on the lam, i can’t unpack my suitcase
broakland section 8, took a test bop and the collection plate
red letters and threaten the calls from the collection plates
banks in-credited, i’m in debt, and my cheque books are in red alert
combined with the fact that i’ve never worked
makes me poor, broke, and p-ssed off
it’s no joke!
i must love to earn minimum wage, starve, unhappy
broakland works the night shift like marvin & jackie
then i’m jobless again, i’m not in the pen
but if they got the three hots and a cot, i wanna get in
is it warm? cause i’m cold now
it’s draughty throughout my whole house
i had to set fire to the old couch, to stay heated
don’t laugh cause one day you might be in broakland
settled down in my town, you can’t leave it

(hook)
broakland is a state of mind
we’re livin’ in these days and times
a hard life on the boulevard is day to day
the sunny skies they say you’ll find, ain’t
my broakland is grey
sometimes i wish i saved my money up, and stayed away

we’re all family here
so brother can you spare a dime?
-kicked down-
your wallet’s so thick you can’t sit down
trust me it’s ugly declaring bankruptcy
but what we do here in broakland is dirt dude, it’s too dusty
plus we schemed and plotted
broakland rocks a rotted-tooth smile
while it’s sticking two hands in your pockets
and more colorful capers
i once got caught outside my neighbors house
taking his cable and newspapers
broakland!
dirty dance with the devil, two left feet
so frenzied i need a tape gun to make ends meet
i can’t pay my rent fees, and n0body friendly
in b-town i seen how the whole world’s against me
i’m stranded, broakland make shift house arrest bracelet
statement still no good, grip grand relocated in your hood
setting up shop “open for business”
broakland rags to riches, and back again b-tches!

(hook)

ya that’s what you say today!
broakland is a state of mind
we’re livin’ in dangerous times

but i can’t afford knives
and i can’t afford guns
that’s why i can’t afford beef
you know a broke rapper runs
the sunny skies they say you’ll find, ain’t
my broakland is grey

i should’ve thought it out first
and brought an umbrella to stop the cloud burst
but what’s worse i’m so broke i just busted my verse

- grip grand lyrics

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