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Robert Johnson, that Muddy Waters, that James Brown, Augusta, GA
That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder, that Mayfield, that Superfly
That Willie Hutch
brown, white, red, yellow - his glories the same.
And his name, like his spurs, has a wonderful sound.
Keep your eye on the sunset --- 'cause he's still
The glory of a rainbow, I put 'em all to shame

No quiet browns or grays, I'll take my days instead
And fill them 'til they overflow, with rose and cherry red
replies back gun by gun
Past Seven Wrecks I read your four answers: 1. your move 2. I'm tres involved 3. move on 4. love, Beth
I walk it down
This
Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low

What's love without tragedy
What's love without tragedy (Marilyn Monroe)
What's love without
Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low

What's love without tragedy
What's love without tragedy (Marilyn Monroe)
What's love without
It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic
It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches
And his last name engraved in black
Right there
we stay strong?

Only we can save us from us
Bring about change we will show our people love

[Chorus]
My people, hold your head up
My people,
fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surroudin' your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan

I keep ya dove but love
You know these
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)
fakin no jacks 
Got you a beeper to feel important 
Surrounding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan 

I keep ya dove but love 
You know
to hang out in the sunshine

And although green grass sometimes turn brown
It's refreshed when rain drops come falling down
Creations starts and it's
was sure to go"

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

"Panicked investors ordered their brokers to sell at whatever
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
a lamb
And when we make love I'll picture titty humping 
which looks like a Venn Diagram
Ewww, this isn't dope I feel like I'm pissing Scope
Lamby's
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
break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low

What's love without tragedy
What's love without tragedy
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
and shaloms introduce ya
a rooster waking up the whole coopsta
spearheaded man him nice haffe move ya
sshh... understand why we sweatin'
makin' love in the wake
fakin no jacks 
Got you a beeper to feel important 
Surrounding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan 

I keep ya dove but love 
You know
life on a dirty brown piece of Berber carpet. 
Dick's dentures on the ground chattering. 
His toupee being carried off by the squirrels
than usual
The food looked great and it was money not glory
So when the ]clock struck eight
They began the theme] from Love Story

  
Time went by
Crips they ya
Yuh a never get gal make money by the hour
Red (red) Power they ya Green (green) Shower they ya
Them green with envy when mi roll mi