Lyrics:
I'm just a little brown kid big dreams in my heart
And I'm new to this game but I'm 'bout to leave a mark
I don't do this for the money, I appreciate
Bitch I'm crispy like bacon bits
I'm in the stu and I'm making hits
Use to eat Steak 'n Shake now it's steak and shrimp
Use to take the bus now I'm
of the woods
It's ripped, one thing for sure I'll be good
I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be
Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me
'fore I take you there
Gonna let some off in the air just like a flare
Just say yeah and I will roll there
Cause it's the Chron Playa with the long hair
The name is Onwuka my
the best around
No way you can get up when I get down
I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none
And beat a nigga ass half silly on the one
Fuckin'
We're here to get you on the floor with the music we bring
Smurfin' out, shake bake and rattle n roll
Dance to the jazzy rhymes of the Great Peso
nose, if you brown nose
Clip tucked up
Move around undercover, Black ops, Tucker
They all sound woo when the clan bring ruckus
Tempted by the tune
crisis, crisis crisis
You know the watch quarter mil' but my time priceless
Shake it up, that brown bag (oh)
You know them niggas hatin' (hey)
Now we
on the floor, two steps to the side
Talk greasy like Popeye's breast and a thigh
I got sour diesel roll
One hit of this bitch, your whole staff is (out
weed
I'm not smoking that shit that you're about to roll up
To me, don't even look potent
And I ain't choking of them stems and seeds
And why does
fighting for you
The battle, the glory, the fight of their lives
Soldiers that they never got to say their goodbyes
You shake my nerves, and you rattle my
out, shake bake and rattle n roll
Dance to the jazzy rhymes of the Great Peso
Comin out like a winner from the startin gate
Endin up like a champ you
a triple OG boss player, my oupa
Who told me fuck Steve Hofmeyr
Kom kuier like the magazine
We can have cuisine
Bounce on my trampoline
And shake it like
terrible shrieking choir
Rattles and coughs
Rasps and shakes
A thousand husks keening
Behold our congregation
Pray before the Altar of Needles
to the window, bitch, keep watching
Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake
And the beat so hard, make the tempo break
And the next
a hike
And She not in her feeling she somewhere on a flight
Twerk bitch twerk bitch
On Hennessy we be piped
Gone shake that ass
Roll it like some dice
Gone
Lucky number seven every dice I roll
Sum 41 to the power as the poon patrol
[Chorus: x4]
Well let's avoid confusion by makin' one thing clear
and a brown horse
And a squad too, I'm the player's choice
So pimpin' save your voice, hold your breath
Shut your lip ho you can't handle Bun and
You can't
Roll Deep are so weak
It's like comparing the ocean to rivers
Won't stop till I got money like Jigga's
I've shot brown, cocaine and ringers
And unlike
someone else?
I should say I
Got a thing for you
But I can't stay nah
What else can I say
We should lay up
Grab you by your hand
Just to make you
What
You
Want
Rock and Roll
- What kid, you think you can rock, but you're just another chump on the block tryin to clock bucks
- Best get used
sometimes
And what I gets to you most of all
Is when the holidays roll around
You got always to be by yourself
'Cause that's the time when the families get
I'm flicking my wrist
Hit the block, slip and slide
I'm dripping my fit
Get the guap, check the time
Call me by 6
Purple corvette, blue lights, black
shake the city, so I shook that shit like a crying toddler
Hit the gelato papaya, took a sip of the Jose
Everything turned red for eight minutes, woke
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