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nigga we don?t give a fuck 
We all in the ckub drinkin that brown 
Tell, tell the bartender that we need another round 
Sevens on my hips Gucci on my face
If I drove a truck
And I were a waitress
And I ordered coffee
And I poured you some

Then you'd stop by on your way sometimes later
And if we
fine gentlemen all around me
Well they're the Shyphonics
And we hail proudly from Fargo, North Dakota
Now, way down south in Fargo, whenever we needs
ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and then, oh hey

Every time you come around, something magnetic pulls me and I can't get
summer girl for me.

And her name will be Pam or Ruth, so I'll be Chuck or Wayne,
And we will know and love each other, then I will explain
Why I haven't
I smoke the whole damn pound
I'm a need another one, 'nother one
Eyes closed, I won't come down
Only papers, no we don't fuck with blunts
cash for eighty seven
Some did it got paid, some jams were never played
But I am just a poet who watched the whole parade
Go by, and why, cause they
Stop tryin' to take our money

Yo, you gotta bust this
We want justice
From public enemy number one
To can't trust this

Like F Jim or Hyatt
ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need some every now and then, oh hey

Every time you come around, something magnetic pulls me and I can't get
out faithfully, inevitably
You see Chuck, you gon' see me
Like we on TV, the bosom is the buddy
Share food, clothes, and money, and hunnies

Flock like
man. 
Ha ha ha. 
Yea

Little nigga, big money, big dreams
Tall nigga, small nigga, big team
Small teeth, 501 fit jeans (fit jeans)
Some say my
y'all to D.C., Chocolate city
We gonna set it out southeast style
Like my main man Chuck Brown used to do

Ooh la la la, ooh la la la
Ooh la la la,
When my money's low 
And life's a bunch of zeros
I turn on my radio 
And listen to my heros

We got cowboy heros like ol' Gene Autry
Got a home
[Busta Ryhmes] 



I said hey yo sonny first of all gimme my money 

some much money we gettin' it ain't even funny 

little corny niggas be tryin'
sippin' on some brown
Won’t you come trips to California?
We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down
Know around the world get nasty
And I'mma
too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were times he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it
of them too
Were ushered in by Old Doc Brown
When we made our first debut

Tho' he needed his dimes and there were times
That he'd receive a fee
He'd
any clown ass rockin' my brown ass, only a down ass
And it's all for you
I've grown a tad bit since we been at it like rare bitches
To pull a little
this is child's play... motherfucka!!!

Verse 2:

Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!
Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!
When I murder, I
behind, write me some sweet lines
'Cause one day my story gon' pay

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin'
it gonna go to?
Ain't beatin', but I'm being eatin' by
Money, oh yeah
Big big money, gimme, gimme, gimme
Some of that big money, alright
That's
After being lynched for humanitarian deeds,
Giving Brown a hand is exactly what he needs.
So I'm here in West Virginia with my Ouija board,
To bring
He was just an old country doctor
In a little country town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
Though we never saw him frown

As day by day in his
in the ballpark
The cross is in the ballpark

We had a lot of fun
We had a lot of money
We had a little son and we thought we'd call him Sonny
behind, write me some sweet lines
'Cause one day my story gon' pay

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin'