Lyrics:
the face make him run like Dennis
He back in the pines, that nigga suspended
He ain't want to fight that nigga was bitching
I don't really trust, so if you
of mine, Poo Johnson
My love baby, this for you
[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
A childhood friend of mine, was shot to death
I visioned his body, fo' they lay
Yeah they call me Rod man, but I'm not Dennis
Floss like I live at the dentist
Told 'em just give me a minute
I feel like I got the juice
I told her
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
(Oh Lord, jetson made another one)
Choppa' make him dance like it's a mosh pit
I shoot like Dennis Rodman
Step on him, we miss his partner
I can't
plight
Fuck the left
And fuck the right
Both sides dont
Really give a damn
They just profit off
The brown man
But that ends today
When i perform
At yo'
'm a problem
I was fucked up, down bad, I went and got it
Shawty them was up, but they ain't help, I shot by em
Still with them niggas who was with me
How you think I'm gon live without you by my side
So you think we should just give this up without a fight
I've been working hard for you everyday
been a bad night, it's, it's finna pass by us
I heard he was a cannibal
I heard he take the skulls and eat 'em up like a cantaloupe
I heard he eat
down in ya brown tee
My hundred throwback who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he make one (hell no they dont sike me)
I'm all about my cash ridin around wit
tha khudse
Abh dekh na paaon me khudko Teri aankho me kyun?
I don't wanna look into your eyes
You know I'll lose that fight
Can't let it happen twice
Oh, I think they like me
Oh, I think they like me
Oh, I think they like me
Yeah, these niggaz like me haters want to fight me
Yeah, these
This one's for the bigots
This one's for the racists
For the Jason Aldeans
Because I don't beat around the bush, bitch
I'm just saying what I mean
I
sisters taught me
That I still hold on to nowadays
Is that you can show your love just by being there
Turkey chili & brown rice
I've been eating good
That
throwback we sport a jersey by Ali
And if he make one (hell naw dat don't sight me!)
I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice peace
Ear piece icy they
get to see who the real lyrical menace is
Fuck that Dennis kid
Milman imma be when I'm of age
To get one side of my past out of the way
This is what I
line
Then they act like this is the first time or the first lie
Brown Man Brown Man what do you see
I see America looking at me
Brown Man Brown Man what
Hold up
Liven in the bodega
I met a girl by the name of Alayna
She said she wants to marry me
But her ex boyfriend?s gettin? mad at me
I said
in the center, knock a hole in you out
The penitentiary walk, and they rolling you out
No more orange jumpsuit, they promoting you now
I done fucked up
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
they all call him sweet pappa Willie dear
Stronger than Samson I declare
'Til the brown skinned woman
Bobbed his hair
Big Bad Bill don't fight
all on my plate
All of the thugs in the back
They shooting craps and they got The strap just in case
So stay in ya place!
Who tryna play i came
the sirens
They murdering people bout everyday
From Eric Garner down to Freddie Gray
I still can't forget about Michael Brown
The way they left his cold body
While they wrap that rope 'round his head
And old Mr. Avis, I want you to turn them pages
And read what the good book said
Then John Brown spoke with
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