Lyrics:
WUBBA, even Judy Brown the Palladium
Yo, I'm from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor (yeah, yeah)
Sometimes I curse but now, I show behavior
EPMD,
and how it look like
I'm throwin' batteries, when the bullets shoot by
So what, you wear a vest, why would I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good
sight is
Vision stay closed minded
When I'm comin up behind em
50-50 see me grinding
Oh you deaf boy let me sign it
Graph to the points only what makes
in my pity
Now let's get to the nitty gritty
June reminds me of my first ditty played unique
Still 16 and feeling horny
Point the sky and feel free
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
Call me Gallagher 'cause I'm so shameless
The papers, saw the pages that are the cost of my failures
Victimized by the public, don't know if I could
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
WUBBA, even Judy Brown the Palladium
Yo, I'm from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor (yeah, yeah)
Sometimes I curse but now, I show behavior
EPMD,
Background, I'm dishonored by it
But I'll opt for the sound of silence, some Garfunkel and Paul Simon
These days your more likely to find me Trudgin' through
down when i come thru
Double R bitch that who
Im the guttaking in chucotown
Home of the brown come and get this crown
Its pussy intentions deleting our
the building
Probably should get out if you niggas in ya feelings
I talk cash shit, but I'm ten toes down
So I stand by it firm if you hear it from my mouth
I'm
Brown,
And find out what's really goin on in this town,
You could believe me, if you're so inclined,
Doc opens up the door and tries to read my mind,
I
hoo
Ok, I don't know but I've been told when the saints come marching in we roll
So deep that they can't believe we sold out seats and them cd's
appoints
And you'll see how I flipped, like exclamation points
My niggas shoot first as if they never played the point
More two guards, 'nough straps
you get stuck in your ways
I'm just a sinner saved by grace
Not by sight
All by faith
To Yahweh we give thanks
So take that note and go cash it
When both, my nigga
Died by the trigger
Paul Walker Living
Driving Real Wreckless
Thinkin bout the Dglizzy
I ain't had the high speed
Really, I'ma die
Back by poular deman, it's magic
Dedicated (yeah)
When Carlito was dying
He see the shadow of his girl dancing with the baby
Like fuck it,
you got me curious, you probably look better when you dead
Nine by the spine, fifth in the holst'
Scum bag, it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, Kiss
you got me curious, you probably look better when you dead
Nine by the spine, fifth in the holst'
Scum bag, it's them D-Block boys, Daddy, Kiss
as Samuel Brown, a student at Robert C. Hatch High School
And Madison Sims, a student at Paul Bryant High School in Tuscaloosa
Now, social media posts show
Barbie
Sounds like we're being too Marwadi
Tomorrow I'll forget you little pony
Moving on to the next Paul McCartney
We'll have a smart album of armies
playas waitin' to ball like 6th men
I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride
By the ocean rolling seaweed
Eyes red like my glasses 3D
Made a movie wasn't PG
She want brown boy like she Gigi
Now she doesn't wanna see me
I got
habbit
My other nigga drinkin' lean 'n' got a pot belly
Now we ain't finna play no games, not at all, period
They hit ya ass long range like Paul Pierce
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