Lyrics:
show you off (ah ah ah)
You know i like to show you off show you off (ah ah ah)
Brown eyed beauty with a taste for the groovy
Save the date for a movie
soft true I repped Izzy, hmm
By 2002 when I left Ashfield
The whole jail knew bout my boroughit was that real
I taught most of these robber yoots about
ears always listen,
Maybe hear the Lord,
We'll find what we've been missing,
Feel that hate from the base,
So now I pick up the pace,
No more
How you gon', how you gon' flex on me How you gon' flex on me
06, I bought a house off of rap money
I was only 25, I was always on the grind
My box
me the crown
Pourin' up the crown till my liver turn brown
Can't blame my town they hate to have me around
Watchin' all of them come around when I get
blitz and super smash on Nintendo
We studied away in Spain learning Castellano
That explains the name we go by her-manos
Manos abbreviates brothers in
on the fader
the set is def so my mic's like a lightsaber
two tigers are always dis
even if i had a lisp I'd still sound crisp cause
I'm a brother who's real
and still we never turn the heat on.
prefer to put a beat on and warm up
by rapping and drinking and tapping minds thinking rhyming
couldn't get this good if
as candy, always understand me
I take her by the hand and we skate like Ty and Randy
Her magic glass hole, got me tellin' the truth
Her braclets plot my
you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the buddha tye
I'm rocking well like
on this earth
But there?s some here that hail from the moon
Like the nuthouse-kateers and the brown-baggied beers
Drunk by drunks who have drunk here for
the fire, chasing pretty woman
Stack loot, and tryna live life flush like crushed lemon
From the beginning to the end this Mexican always puts it down
guess they're contacts 'cause they used to be brown
Plus I watched her get 'em at the optician downtown
I'm always scopin' her usually from far away
like five days ago
When I left saying "Once a ho always a ho"
I got a mack attack, I got a Tac attack
I got a [?]
Turn to me, we got to move the P
'cause they founded
Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid
Golden, 'fore I forget hold it
Got to shout out the block, four-fifth Holden
could tell you no lie
Was doing push-ups thinking bout
Three to fives like
Older heads teaching me by the law
Telling me to keep it cool
Cause he just got
your rights
I will cure the human plight to bite
My style's me not yours, you always try
Deface them and modern genocide
I hope that the white girl
Honey where you running
You're always in front of the pack
Honey where you hiding
I've been losing sight of the past
I miss you, where'd you go?
I
They fell in love the moment she walked into his world (How much you mean to me)
She was always by his side, 24/7 (It may be fantasy)
Like a guardian
All around I see blue and brown
Traces of your skin on all the things I found
She keeps her warmth in a little jar
Rationing tastes, and it's sweet
to my whole family
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
I hide it all except a few
to my whole family
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
I hide it all except a few
Aaaaaah ahh
Ik baby
Aaaaaah ahh
Otile Brown what you say
Au au au iii waah
Au au au iii waah
Au au au iii waah
Au au au iii waah
Kama hujapenda
Stop by the chineese cause I need some grocery
Melon juice and a little bit of Bakery
Run up in a shorty that I used to see: Monica
Always smelling good,
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