The Bronx - Kurtis Blow

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Rolling over the crest of the hill like a

Jet-propelled job comes

Kurt-Kurt-Kurtis Blow

Our parties are def and the girlies are pretty

In the boogie-down Bronx town in New York City

Like the sun will shine in the summertime

I don’t do no crimes 'cause I just rhyme

I drive a Benz and I got a lot of friends

Up on the Concourse where Tremont ends

Or Jerome Avenue or Gun Hill Road

The place where rap started in the days of old

Called the Bronx

The Bronx

The Bronx

Hey Moe!

I have the Power

Coitainly!

The Bronx is the place where the Yankees play

We fans have the fever to the break of day

In '76 we used to have big fun

Chilling at the club 371

Blacks, Puerto Ricans, Italians and Jews

Bronx River Casanovas and the Ninth Crew.

(called)

The Bronx is the place where I reside

I’ll be a Bronx boy 'til the day I die

It’s called the Bronx

The Bronx

The Bronx

Lotta ducks out in the pond.

Ducks sure take to the water like, uh, ducks!

Hey!

What’s going on here?

Suddenly I’m swimming in the air with a rope

Around my foot!