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Bring to you... Foxy Brown
The album
"What the hell do
(boom)
Twenty canisters of tear gas
Slide 'em on the floor like James Brown's shoes (John Wick)
I had your bitch drinking man juice (uh), high top
Comin' home drunk one night singin' James Brown's soul
"Get up-a!" bangin' on the door he said
"Get up-a!" and banged once more
So she opened the door
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem
Wait! Fuck that bitch
grabbed him by the coat
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Slug ]
femme, on t'nique ta mère, on baise tout dans Paname (skch, skch)
J't'allume ta mère, j'suis pas ton frère, appelle-moi Nino Brown
J'engage une
for my girl
It's a man's world, I feel like James Brown
Smoking power at the Trump tower
Nigga gassing, laughing, watching Richard Pryor
Fuck a job I
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
let off caps
Ha, Hitchcock couldn't write more wicked raps
Rip the Godfather, then you start that braggin
I never jumped on a James Brown bandwagon
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
Kate, I'm honoured to have you, my daughter
Sing on my Chrstmas album with me
Here is a lovely song called Winter Wonderland
And maybe you could
like James Brown
Drive slow like I'm from H Town
If you wanna get up, then stay down
What the fuck's the difference
Hustlin', pimpin', murder mittin'
the Rolling Stones
If I were a dance floor
James Brown could mash potatoes on
Me all night long
But I'm a man
Need someone to cook my favorite dish
I'm a man,
sleeping in, uh, his basement on the couch
Which is the cover to my first album, Under Pressure, shout out Cathy, shout out the Rosado family
All my
da-da-da-da-da-da-da!
Audi R-8, laid back, Black on Black
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matchin' that.
Black mask, black Mag', brown bag;
Drop down now or nigga
the day Murdoc's tropical ghetto
Was raided by pirates
(Not the eye patch king - those modern
Day ones with machine guns and
No sense of flair) murdoc
James Brown and The Jb's, Wilson Picket
Average White Band, Marvin Gaye, One Way
Isley Brothers, Tom Brown, Joe Tex
Lee Dorsey, Curtis Mayfield
War, Kool
down (she bust it, she bust it)
I pour very little but I smoke by the ounce (kush)
I feel good, I knew that I would
James Brown (chilling)
Baby don't you
shoes, let's feel the pain from the dues
I done paid them, did some dirt, but they don't play by no rules
I'm smoking like I have cataracts, moving smooth
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