Lyrics:
tecolin'
Uh, ugh
But look at him, boy can sing
Fuck his day ones, fuck his family
Move to Hollywood, he'll make it big huh?
While brown boy got shot up
with my Clan but you be fearing it
Face one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
Please, y'all niggaz money getting low
But did you come back, set up
man
I mean don't be-
When I say don't be blinded by the color
Make sure you know it's there but you know what I'm saying, like-
We all royalty none
number one, so you'll be easy to kill
Can't land shots but I know how to build
Gonna stay in here 'til the rest get killed
Gold SCAR make them ladies wet
ain't finna wait in line
This not a free throw, this easy as a lay-up line
If I got time, you got time too
You with a boss, baby, so when I move you move
the B.I.G. and the only 2 pac
I cant forget big pun and the nigger big L
Easy E too how I leave your gel swell
Im L thought I couldnt cut it so southern dont
anybody that got a question?
[ man ]
Yo, hold up
I got a question, Kid 'N Play
How come y'all don't make records about the big brown booties?
What, y'all
it obvious
I'm sorry but I'm not
My sentiment is, is y'all stay throwin' shots, so you gon' get what you give
Fuck you, back then right now
interior and big brown
baby seal eyes for headlights, yeah! And I'm gonna drive around in that baby at 115mph getting one mile per gallon, sucking down
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no more
It's a treachery hidden up the sleeves of men
Magic will only
Especially when, especially when I make it easy to
I Wanna be loved, I wanna be loved, I wanna be loved by you
It's been days since we spoke last
Tell me when
I'll throw some
Cuz I make a livin out my dreams
Not a fantasy
But I been busy stackin up my team
It's the strategy
I'm at peace with my piece of the pie
shit don't make sense
Shit, even when it blow up, I'm sure it won't
But I love you, you know I love you
And last but not least, Mar motherfucking Keis
(Ayo, Mark A)
Got some Wockiana, Quagy-agy
And some Tris 'round
You ever seen Stomp the Yard?
You would get Chris Brown'd
Generation 5 on the stick
It's easy to mimic the swag
Nigga we really hopping out with bags
Seven Bandz he be popping them tags
Lying on our name that shit really sad
Who you
Like that
I can do it like that
I'm not gonna fight back
If you do it like that
I know that you like that
When I do it like that
I'm not gonna fight
now I'm done with being in a rut
It's time to start putting my head up
I'll make my voice heard and no buts
And everybody gonna know my name
Guess it’s
the weekend
Ain't never gon get me again
Gotta maintain the upper hand
I'm gonna make you love me
Lay your body out, arms ten and two
Anticipate what i'm gon
Call me cookie Monsta eat that thang for dinner
You gone fuck around and make me pull it out and put it in ya (in ya)
Juicy, Juice in them thongs when I
hasn’t
Hurt like yours and mine
Torn apart by promises and lies
Yes love is easy but love is rarely true
It ain’t a lie that true love’s hard to find
So
'cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
But muthafucka, man, 'cause I ain't the one
For
my funhouse
Chris Brown the evil clown
the day to day
facade continues
drop an anvil on my issu es
flatten what i been through
Always consequental
It
stoopin on the block
With all of my day ones yeah smokin on a chop
We're going straight to the top and we're not gonna stop
Until we make paper and displace
the bridge back
Take a bag with them slugs
Sentence see your gone son
Devils in your Chris
It's the coulda me dree z's
Koopsta got em' stee
Make prophet me
See
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