Lyrics:
answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night, and the Mercedes is tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by
(Ooh, Ohh)
Here I stand before you - brown.
Color of the mountains
Colossal as the earth
Wrapped so deliciously within my own joy
We took that no look back
Dropped out no cap gown
My flag brown, I still crack (uh)
By my nuts my pill sack (uh)
Five sluts think I'm that (uh)
digits to count to infinite twice, (hella brown)
Ego from the north, better Settle down
You don't wanna prey to my Pheromones
Melanin, in my element,
You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was somethin' missin'
You should have known by the tone of my voice, maybe
But you didn't
you can do
If you're smilin' softly holding hands and only pitchin' woo and
If you're comin' on too strong you'll find your date is through
Lovin' it
sometimes bad, but yo who ain't?
Sweet brown sugar, dada I'm gon' make you tame
Little bit of lotta woman, got a lot of gall
Only love who lovin me, not
(If you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still puffin' my leaves
Still fuck with the beats
Still not lovin' police
You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was somethin' missin'
You should have known by the tone of my voice, maybe
But you didn't
You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was somethin' missin'
You should have known by the tone of my voice, maybe
But you didn't
Brown skin, Brown eyes, Black smile
Black thighs, Brown hair, Black mind
Brown care, Black cry
The pressures beating on you
Your loved and I'm
evils that plagued the hearts of men
By sweet talking border patrol until they fold and let'em in
You got your life in a basket before you could say
Wassup? We need to talk
Let me light my backport
That's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black and the brown
Yo, I love Los Angeles, you
master said we got a good house here
The house negro said "yeah we got a good house here"
Whenever the master said we you said we that's how you can
Skinny lovin'
You're too shy to say it
Summer sun and
Rosé by the daybed
Not for nothin'
But the way you lay here
I feel some type of way and
This
Brown how a nigga dance
Bro keeping a stick
Like he playing with lance
You copping from me
Get my cash in advance
Girl I don't wanna fuck
I'm not into
(If you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still puffin' my leaves
Still fuck with the beats
Still not lovin' police
love
(And I know) and I know, oh yes I know
Though you feel you don't need lovin' (you need lovin')
You still need lovin' too (they need lovin')
(We
love
(And I know) and I know, oh yes I know
Though you feel you don't need lovin' (you need lovin')
You still need lovin' too (they need lovin')
(We
minority, never came from old wealth
Brown Man Brown Man what do you see
I see America looking at me
Brown Man Brown Man what do you see
I see America
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
You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was somethin' missin'
You should have known by the tone of my voice, maybe
But you didn't
Yeah you were waitin' for me
While I wandered all around
Now I'm lovin' life back where the grass is brown
Yeah I'd get up but life would knock me down
Intro: Method Man
One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah,
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