Lyrics:
oo oo
How'd I not got stolen by surprise
Who could fall in love with these brown eyes
I don't know but it's about that time
I pulled me out the lost
slavery
It took hundreds of years and countless deaths
And in 2020 some cops still wanna stop the breath
Of the brown and black
Pac said there will never
want to offer you 10 tips to be a better ally
1. Shut up, sit down, and listen to Black, Brown, and Colored voices
2. Take urgent and immediate action
Do
vowed to get those motherfuckers one day
They even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J
Yo, they got their's comin', cos I'm mad and I'm gunnin'
Homeboys,
fuckin' problem
This nigga Tyler though, almost killed me
And Nico, on Washington Boulevard
The day before the carnival last year
Just because this nigga
them by
And some might say we're wicked little girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock 'em up
them by
And some might say we're wicked little girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock 'em up
vowed to get those motherfuckers one day
They even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J
Yo, they got their's comin', cos I'm mad and I'm gunnin'
Homeboys,
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
better? Go back on it
Go back on it
Wanna see me do better? Go back on it
Wanna see me do better? Go back on it
Written By: Charly Guaman
the fat brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
of rap
foreign on some rims cruising hollywood with your O.G bitch head bobbing in my lap
With my city on my brim, rolling up some lye with a caramel brown
a vanguard and a plan
And a brown Jesus that was painted by a brown hand
And if that makes you the enemy, so be it
They ain't even believe the messiah when he
seat
I know that he feels me
It don't get better than this
Cigarette in my teeth
Cruisin' in my black Jeep
Tell me I'm your Brown Eyed Bitch
I got his
rays
Day five of the week got sun rays
So how do I spend my Thursdays
Got a 10am lecture buh I'm always late for my breakfast
Got to school by noon
Gotta be them happy thoughts now
My puppy dog’s sat by my side. Straighten that furrow brow out
Or you’ll drown and out brown boy
Keep your head down
since Freddy Gray
I been praying for a better way, hoping for a better day
But don’t nobody listen til you start a fire
You see I don’t protect cuz I’ll
away and was never heard from again because later that day
Mr Hand flew to oblivion and was transformed by the universe
To become the thing we all know
about it walkin' by
Turnin' yellow brown nobody know why
Life better than your worst moment
We with you during your torment
He ain't right so cant defend
vowed to get those motherfuckers one day
They even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J
Yo, they got their's comin', cos I'm mad and I'm gunnin'
Homeboys,
still better than your new shit
(Sick sell, man!) Thanks man, I'm a savage with new fucking tools
Grab my prey by the teeth, heat it 'fore I eat it
Bear
around
I'll be around
You'll be my Whitney I'll be Bobby Brown
Bobby Brown
When I come through her town
Yeah
Call me a dog cause I let out the pound
My
Then you better show me
Come 'on and get to know me
And then you will find that I want you
And feel the same
We ought to be sure I know by now
But
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