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me
You can hide all your feelings until he passes by
That's when I see the blues in your pretty brown eyes

Your pretty brown eyes keep telling me
right the first time I won't repeat this rhyme
If you think that you can burn me with your amateur ways
Keep in mind that I been out there from back in
when I see the blues in your pretty brown eyes
Your pretty brown eyes (pretty brown eyes) keep telling me lies (telling me lies)
But they can't hide
you're mine.
Keep on dreamin' with me.

Your hair is so soft and your eyes are so brown.
Your body's warm here next to me.
You be my woman and I'll be
start this rhyme again
How many words can I find that rhyme
And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time
Not many but I have plenty
Scott
at the kid
What I do, duck!
Rae up in the shower singing
Son don't know that it's real
Coming looking like he about peel something
In a tight jam, red down,
at the kid
What I do, duck!
Rae up in the shower singing
Son don't know that it's real
Coming looking like he about peel something
In a tight jam, red down,
slide in the wagon
His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago
She move his cargo, good at handling Roscoes
We had our eyes closed God, we should have
when when I see the blues in your pretty brown eyes
Your pretty brown eyes keep telling me lies
But they can't hide the hurt with the smile of disguise
again, you had enough? Say when 
I am the man with the six-pack of Heineken 
I get tipsy 
But never in your life try to dis me 
'cause I don't battle
Let us begin, what, where, why or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I
and I am blinded
By the fact that you've been born
Feels like fiction life goes on
Brown eyes are gone
Silence is a virtue
I was taught so I agreed
my gun, son run that

Pop mega shit, I pop mega clips
Fuck a system, I keep the heat where your Sega sit
Then I bang the controller 'til the game say,
start this rhyme again
How many words can I find that rhyme
And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time
Not many but I have plenty
Scott
left a child so rare 
Rosemary your day will come 
He loved you so He gave His only son 
Keep the faith in your soul 
Stay down on your knees 
I'm
left a child so rare 

Rosemary your day will come 
He loved you so He gave His only son 
Keep the faith in your soul 
Stay down on your knees 
I'm
I spy with my little eye
A murderer, a murderer
So long the ratchet in the streets
You never heard of her, streets you never heard of her
These
Chevy van
And that's all right with me

Her young face was like that of an angel
And her long legs were tanned and brown
Better keep your eyes
Cant understand some of these 
Rhymin' in circles
Now patriotic emcees
On bent knees 
By six degrees
Lord have mercy
Even the voice of god
feels the same (it's a Zulu love)

Dark as the midnight hour, I'm bright as the mornin' Sun
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can't run
didn't ask to be
But right then hip-hop changed drastically
People didn't want to hear the old rap sound
We started samplin' beats by James Brown
In
in her eyes
A little blink, yeah, I recognize
A little blink, yeah, that's my prize
A wild horse sitting right there by your side
Hard to ignore,
Chevy van
And that's all right with me

Her young face was like that of an angel
Her long legs were tanned and brown
Better keep your eyes
up I think I'll tell you what I saw
The day your daughter Ellie and the judge's son went swimmin' in the raw
Is that supposed to be a party what you
Wesley Snipes, and new jackin like 

Nini Brown 

Puttin suckas in fear 

Lettin ya know Big Boy is the nigga in charge over here 

I'm buying new