Search results for 'brown out'

Brown, brown, all over town
Brown, brown, don't win a frown
Mister brown went out the back
Mister brown came back with Mister Black

Mister Brown

It's Still My Thang

Bobby Brown

Forever

1997

Bobby Brown swings
Stop calling out my name
'Cause it's still my thang

It's still my thang and after eight years
Ain't a damn thing changed
Why should I

It's said that history repeats herself
We're told there's no natural end
We're gonna build a wall to keep the brown people out
The brown people out

love back into your late night
Ain't gotta be nothin' more than one more drink and maybe
I can take the blue out of your brown eyes, baby
Woo, mm, oh

hat becoming worn
For once he was our Tommy Brown alone out in the storm
Tommy Brown was out past eight the last night of the year
The snow was high

need what I don't need, not any more

Let's go out, sippin' brown
With my girls, bitch, show out
Buss it down (buss it down) 
I'm single now (I'm

Every Girl

Vybz Kartel

King of the Dancehall

2016

yeah
A weh you a talk 'bout?
Every girl, mi love you, no doubt
Kerry Black, Shelly Brown
Keneisha, bleach out
Jenny work weh mi theif, the work nuh

Brown boy out the hood and I'm only whipping new wheels
She only fuck with a few bitches that's real
Been a minute since I came to you
I don't fuck

gardenia's brown how long have you been out
Brown hair from somebody else kiss me with your lyin mouth  

I was missin you and kissin you when everything was

Bet your brown boy's fly
Bet your brown boy's fly
Spread his wings out high
Bet he'll touch the fucking sky
Bet your brown boy's fly
Bet your brown

Brown shit out asshole, shit
I shat my fucking pants, ay
I shat my fucking pants, yuh
I shat my fucking pants, wooo

Pull up to my crib
Get an urge

on a Tuesday
Why's my name in your mouth?
Like we're fighting for a crown
Why's your nose looking so brown now?
Another word I'm gonna browm out
Why's my name in

Satin Summer Nights

Paul Simon

Songs from The Capeman

1997

dealing punk 
Get your shit brown ass out of here yeah 

He says fucking Puerto Rican dope dealing punk
Get your shit brown ass out of here yeah

Well

He could turn my wifey to a ho, brown boy (yeah)
I don't know how he sell out shows, brown boy (brown boy)
Engine roaring up the block, I heard

Trilla Intro

Rick Ross

Trilla [iTunes Bonus Track]

2008

to Larry Hoover. Shout out to Big Meech
Shout out to Bunky Brown. Shout out to Fish Grease
Shout out to Falcon. Shout out to Big Ba
Shout out to John Doe.

Bounce it for a real nigga
Bounce it for a real nigga
I'm just tryna get you and yo friends drunk and feeling good off of some brown liquor
Henny out

talk
I just let they old lady
Suck the brown out

I mix and serve with my Kool-Aid
And pour the brown out
I can smell a pussy nigga
Like a hound dog

Satin Summer Nights

Milton Cardona

The Capeman: Original Broadway Cast

2006

dealing punk 
Get your shit brown ass out of here yeah 

He says fucking Puerto Rican dope dealing punk
Get your shit brown ass out of here yeah

Well

out or brown out
A new view
And it doesn’t include you
Attention we don’t deserve afflictions to numb the nerve
Resentment towards those who built

plan on comin' with me baby run it (Yeah)
Run it up like Chris Brown
Out at Benny with the wrist now
Show me how you move
Then I roll her on top baby

ever get blacked out? I like blackout. Sometimes I'll brown out. Do we know the difference?

Yeah.

Blackout, you wake up the next day, you remember

permission to put
Humans in this condition
"This land is whose land?"
They must've forgot
Kickin' the black in the ass
While keeping the brown out
This one

цвета gold, твои тесёмки brown
Splash out, они не выкупают
Твоя мама позвала меня на special round
Я записала не альбом, а special ground
Мои цепи цвета

wouldn't waste it
Vampires
They wanna take you out

Brown sugar
I wouldn't waste it
Vampires
They wanna taste it
Brown sugar
I wouldn't waste it