Lyrics:
to resurrect their sodden town
Well, they prayed for Stephen Jackson, for Mrs. Ida Brown
Because the water gives us life
Water takes away
Water of baptizing may
Yeah, man
Jr, Sean Kingston, enuh (Vybz Kartel)
Mr. Kardinall inna yuh area
Beluga Heights
See me a seh (let's go)
Miami have colors, colors,
Hey I'd like to tell you a little story
About my man named dee
Yo, even from when he was little
He was like kinda on a tough tip
Doin all that stuff
This is Kxhyi, I'm a chink
Hey, this is XVII, leader of the Brown Pack
My name is Mr Moseby, I'm a nigger
And I approve of this message
And I approve
now what's the time (What's the time)
I step up in this motive I've got Henny in my red cup
I wake up and plan about how imma get my cake up
Katie's
Preacher
I here by pronounce you Mr and Mrs Brown
Alicia
Girl stop
Majisty
Uh uh and I’m like wait Chris I still love you
Alicia
And then what you do
We be out by the end of the afternoon
gettin' drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife
Ty and Matt
At night, I lie awake and this man is burning
Every waking moment, he haunts me
he's coming
I know he's coming
I see someone else in the fog by
studied rhymes
(from the greats)
By age twelve I was digging in the
Crates for tapes to rock to
Like Funky Drummеr by James Brown
It was nothin' more
disheveled the stress levels is high
As I try to make sense of the time that whizzed by
Saw the looks dilapidate at a rapid rate
Used to be virile (?) made
for keepin me outta pen
If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10
We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest in
so much
Talent in a man so tall, mr
Double Talent, on rhythm and lead guitar
And vocals: Randy Brown yeah alright
Thank you oh, I gotta tell you that
I
drop the verse
Reintroducing Mr. Max-i (Payne)
Just so you know but whoa, why ask why
I catch em staring as I float by (oh my)
There's a smile on his
niggas speakin' on me when I'm not around
I catch that boy up out the corner, I peel his top like Mr. Brown
Fuck them niggas who sayin' I ain't gon' make
Top of the lines rhymes
Carlos Rossi
Top of the line rhymes
Carlos Rossi
Top of the line rhymes, Carlos Rossi
Thinkin' about some top of the line
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
about me
To them I'm just another brown Loitering the streets
But to them we say fuck the police
I'd rather die on my feet
Then live on my knees
I think
and be a rollin' stone
Like pop
Stashin' the rocks by the gats
With the Gs
So I can talk crazy when the narks yell freeze!
I don't fight
when you makin' the shot
It's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm CT fletcher, mixed with a little Mr t
(Uh, huh) you on The Shade Room just hoping
That you
So I'm off to Miami, got invited to party
By Mr. Raymond himself, yo I ain't hatin' nobody
Now when we walk in the party, yep, guess who I see
Lyin'
You need to sort your life out mr brown
But don't let these bars bring you down
Don't start crying acting like a clown
I'm a ticking time bomb yeah
NewsBreak on the clown,who did it for the clout
You bet on Me,please don't bet the whole house
Have a yard sale,ya wife cheating on you mr
GOD'S 9 Millimeter, LIVING WATER by the river come and get a liter
And everybody talking about they living fast but to GOD you're pee-on,
I measure
to girls
Man what are you talkin about?
That girl looks =GOOD=
Man look, you just, you buggin man
You know what you said? Okay, okay, alright
=YOU= show me
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