(feat. Mista Cheeks (Lost Boyz))



[to the underground pipe music of Super Mario Brothers]



[Verse One]

S-T what I represent, N-Y

Hold it down for my peeps in the 'ville in Do or Die

For the record let it be known - chrome for sale

and any one of these niggaz could blow your grill

Show your skill - you want war?  Hold your steel

You want more?  Unload techs, you all could feel

Raw deal, you all peel, run for the hills

Run for your shields, the battlefield's blastin at will



[Verse Two]

Smoke Dawg you know my name I'll,

be the same til the day that I'm laid down

Niggaz push me to the point's gotta spray rounds

Takin shit like for a game, actin like clowns - always playin

You ain't bustin off, just shootin the breeze

cause you scared of the repercussion after we squeeze

You ain't been through what I did just to get where I'm at

Streets where I rep and B-K where I be at



[Chorus: Cocoa Brovas]



Cause Brook-lyn where we live-at

Jugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO)

Hand-lin a big-gat

My-army got my bi-zack



[overlapping chorus]

Aiyyo, do your thang baby

Yeah yeah, we keep it hot

Yeah yeah, it's Cocoa Brovas, LB Fam

Aiyyo, aiyyo



[Verse Three: Mista Cheeks]

Stay up on the ground baby; see, bullets bein spitted

from us niggaz in this game that's committed

Now which niggaz widdit?  Enter my grounds

Let me show you what's really goin down - you bunch of clowns

Frontin like you really hot; understand kid you really not

Hype is all you really got - blow your spot

We pack it in, like a circus

Basically; niggaz and they chicks love the way we work this

Spit that official rap shit - from the what - rap context

Knock it off with your nonsense

The hot shit I spit at you - is bound to hit you

And half the members in your crew, kid we out to get you

Dry an' Mill stay up in my sessions (all the time)

I stay finessin just in case I gotta teach a lesson, no question

Competition ain't nada

You make it hot for me and mines, see we make it hotter

Yo, aiyyo..



[Chorus x2: Mista Cheeks]



Queens is where I be-at (LB Fam)

I'm askin cousin where the weed-at (South-SIIIDE)

You got a blow well let me hit-it (aiyyo DUDE)

Some Jamaica unpermitted (black bandana, Yankee fitted)



[Cocoa Brovas]

What we live is what you read about

And any time of the day we bring the heaters out

My nigga stacked his dough, then he bought the Beemer out

Now you wonderin what Cocoa B's about?

(Cocoa BEEEEEZ, Cocoa BEEEEEEEEZ)



[Verse Four]

Cocoa B-R-double-O

K-L-Y-N with a couple HOEES

Tired of coppin weed bags, had enough of those

Invest in a few pounds or a couple O's

My niggaz hustle most aggressive and keep the toast

on point for the B's and whenever beef approach

If you want me you can find me in the reefer smoke

Chrome close, anyone compete - meet your ghost



[Verse Five]

All my heights and capers, Smoky Lah be one of the greatest

Can't tell you all the things my niggaz do for the papers

Why our Roc's look like Raiders and got models for ladies

Come through in fresh wears, always drivin Mercedes

Summer days and mountain bikes, wet Timbs on my feet

Move with the heat, Cocoa B's influence your speech

Four in a week, catch me in the park gettin scent

Federales stay all over the bar, behind the neck



[Chorus: x2]



Cause Brook-lyn where we live-at

Jugg-lin the good-crack (roo ROO)

Hand-lin a big-gat

My-army got my bi-zack



[Cocoa Brovas]

What we live is what you read about

And any time of the day we bring the heaters out

My nigga stacked up his dough and brought the Beemer out

And now you wonderin what Cocoa B's about?



[Mista Cheeks]

It's Cocoa Brovas, LB Fam y'all, c'mo