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Albums:

E-mo-tion [Single] (Carly Rae Jepsen) · E-MO-TION (Carly Rae Jepsen) · E-MO-TION (Carly Rae Jepsen) · E-MO-TION [Side B] (Carly Rae Jepsen) · Slo-Mo-Tion (Marilyn Manson) · Trilogy: At Newport/The Great Ray Charles/The Genius Of Ray Charles (Ray Charles) · The Very Best of Charles Brown [Collectables] (Charles Brown) · Christmas With Charles Brown (Charles Brown) · The Very Best of Charles Brown [Stardust] (Charles Brown) · The Very Best of Charles Brown Featuring Shuggie Otis [Stardust] (Charles Brown) – and 90 other albums »


drugs run at how high reeds
Cue every memory at half-speeds
Just like....Charles, hold-me-downs
I'm-coming sounds
Cut crap, who's filling shoes like
ground ground 
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound 
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound 
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
while they sleepin'
I'm back these rap cats is wildin'
Got 'em in the studio poppin' Valiums, remasterin' they album
I'm about to re-up and restructure
saw the hippies cross.
By Herc on Technique needles syncopated time was on time,
The same time as the Beatles.
I was up there watching James Brown's
while they sleepin'
I'm back these rap cats is wildin'
Got 'em in the studio poppin' Valiums, remasterin' they album
I'm about to re-up and restructure
Robert Johnson, that Muddy Waters, that James Brown, Augusta, GA
That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder, that Mayfield, that Superfly
That Willie Hutch
for the record, it's gotta-be said,
He came in all colors - brown, white, black and red. 

And some "cow-pokes" were yellow, an' these are the facts.
ground ground 
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound 
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound 
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch

I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
Hydro indo (buddha!) 
Hah cocoa yo ya ya yo! 
I need some brown weed (lady) all day 
I need some brown weed (jenny) 
I need some cut (lady  lady)
while they sleepin'
I'm back these rap cats is wildin'
Got 'em in the studio poppin' Valiums, remasterin' they album
I'm about to re-up and restructure
Foxy Brown
What? Jay-Z, what

I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best
the exit..indeed 
You gotta know your thoroughly respected by me 

You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver 
You gotcha own '96 suh in..the ride 
And keep
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
was sure to go"

"The Distinguished Flying Cross upon Colonel Charles A. Lindberg" 

"Panicked investors ordered their brokers to sell at whatever
believe you ain't dead yet
I show more blind rage
Than Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles wrestling in a steel cage
("Yo this nigga's crazy!")
I got an artist
to my chosen under an apple tree
"Let's get married," I don't walk, I get carried
By a motorcade of voter-age women on rollerblades
In cute sleeveless
on tha starter, 
Watch wat you say to me get it put on ya, 
Fucked by a chick in a skirt named karma, 
Word I'm a mama I ain't for the drama, 
I'm
don't even play wid
me like that Yo
Verse 1:
We spit rap and fire brown paper bag
gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map
floss that anything yell
since I started rappin' I've been Ebony Chief
And if I took the Pepsi Challenge, I'd choose Dr. Brown
Yo Wise, let me hear that Stet Troop sound

Some
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
did a thang
But God chose and put me in a Rolls and
Keeps my wrists frozen, never brown nosin'
Like an explosion, I'm causin' commotion
Spit