Lyrics:
dime
Let's get together and cop some wine
Some buy the fifth some buy the quart
When you buy it by the gallon
You do things smart
Drinkin' wine, spo
[wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, ja rule, reptile come on
Bring the heat.
[xzibit]
Look,
I'ma finna take your girl and then I take her to the trap
I got these rowdy thoughts and voices inside my head
People wanted Hash-Browns back so I killed
Hmm, aahhhh
I see a red door and I want to paint it black
No colors in my life, you better turn them black
I see people walking by, dressed in their
to get whacked
I take life day by day like the pills that my father take
For something done by some cowards tryna decide his fate
Can’t lie its stuck on my
stand the rain
Bobby Brown it was every little thing
I know that they want my image to change
Ego told me Tj stay in yo lane
I know the people don't feel
Yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Yuh!
I got some shit to say, young brown dude from Lc
Clocked in so your boy's dues getting paid
I been making moves and I been
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
a better tomorrow
Coach, put me in the game
I'm for real, other peoples tryna to put me in them chains
Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame
We can
the
Afternoon...
Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcing
Tidal waves and hurricanes...
And down on earth we lost 3 continents.
Their fiery soul snuffed out by
the pretty brown curls and
them white high tops
Whole time he met her with silence
Nervous by her mind
And threatened by her kindness if
Only he knew that
blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause
Gotta be them happy thoughts now
My puppy dog’s sat by my side. Straighten that furrow brow out
Or you’ll drown and out brown boy
Keep your head down
Allie played
Now we delayed by ninety days
You better find me anyways
You better return to the Terrordome, ain't nobody home
Non-haters play
They all in the kool aid got the wrong flavor dawg
Patty Melt with a Hi-C
Add some fresh hash browns
Mam and that's gone be all
They love you for image
Dungeon Family, all day long baby
We finna break it off with some fresh new shit (ya, ya, ya)
This rap game lovely
Konkrete play a part 'cause the Feds
correction. Though, I'm only one guy
And no need to remind of how life is flowing by
Already 25 and no way to slow the drive
Gold-N-Brown is my child and I'm
white powder on it and there were
little brown moons beneath her eyes
and i saw into her
an arabic women parading around naked
powerful, irreverent but
up kick an miss,
Charlie Brown
(Hook 1)
The streets gotta be a life state of mind
That's why people go out an grind
See the next day in sunshine
parts
Of living survival
Some people have psychological Trauma
From childhood
And some of them tired of it
Some of them not here
Some of them died
Or some
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
you know I need your help
And I'm real, real gone
Some people say
You can make it on your own
Oh you can make it if you try
I know better now
You can't
(Another Marcus Brown Mixtape)
I'm finna' fuck up a check, I'm finna fuck up a check (aye)
G I just fucked up a check, I think I just fucked up
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