Lyrics:
I'm on that brown, that D'Usse that Remy that Henny
Hand on her thigh don't know what's gotten in me
Suppose to be friends but I got too friendly
squabble, squabble
Yeah (Nabeyin)
Just-just-just-just
Just last night I had a squabble with my demons (demons)
Ass round, skin brown, Lord, you know my
What happened to the women's
Who be jaw jackin'?
Paper stackin' is accomplished by
Putting out bomb shit on top of our game is
Where we stay forever
a fools game
You surrounded by demons
The levels aren't the same
High school niggas stay fiendin
Niggas you that grew up with
Become strangers like you
stay on go, like the cops round
Now we pop brown, cus it's up now
Now it's up now, I can't come down
I can't stop now, I can't stop now
I can't stop now,
Ireland needs a vision, an aisling
To move on from bacon and cabbage
Potatoes, leprechauns and jaysis Mrs Brown's Boys!
My Ireland is checking itself
After
bang!"
Black Tee, black tee, bottles in the air
Niggas think J-Bo and Meech back here
Niggas think Charles Black back on set
Niggas think Tera White
did a thang
But God chose and put me in a Rolls and
Keeps my wrists frozen, never brown nosin'
Like an explosion, I'm causin' commotion
Spit
guard he was
Only doing his job
Pardon H rap Brown it was only burglary
Pardon Robert Vesco it was only embezzlement
Pardon Charles Manson it was only
I'm on that brown, that D'Usse that Remy that Henny
Hand on her thigh don't know what's gotten in me
Suppose to be friends but I got too friendly
Essa é para os manos daqui
(Muito amor e saúde, fé em Deus, esperança)
Essa é para os manos de lá
(Estão com Deus, em um bom lugar)
Com certeza
to my chosen under an apple tree
"Let's get married," I don't walk, I get carried
By a motorcade of voter-age women on rollerblades
In cute sleeveless
Thelonious Monk, Abbey Lincoln, Dinah Washington, Charles Mingus, Billy Eckstine, Stan Getz, Sonny Rollins, Eric Dolphy, and Booker Little. He was inducted
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
and ran niggaz out of town
I ripped up mics, showin wack niggaz how to sound
Still your essence, was callin
By two gunshots, at close range, your frame had
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
nenhum respeito
O pilantra o pilintra o feio o mal sujeito
Você me fez lamber o seu assoalho
Logo eu que me achava um cara do caraIho
O brown irado o rei
luv
No hugs and being surrounded by Thugs
Chilln with my uncle and cousins out da mud
From Beaumont to Lake Charles Nigga it's all luv
From a young ass
on the roger
Flex on blocks like the roc Pushing two drugs
Brown Dickies on Red brown Freddy Krueger
Vietnam projects Nigga where I Grow up
Young OG in trap
on tha starter,
Watch wat you say to me get it put on ya,
Fucked by a chick in a skirt named karma,
Word I'm a mama I ain't for the drama,
I'm
for the record, it's gotta-be said,
He came in all colors - brown, white, black and red.
And some "cow-pokes" were yellow, an' these are the facts.
Robert Johnson, that Muddy Waters, that James Brown, Augusta, GA
That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder, that Mayfield, that Superfly
That Willie Hutch
Impacting culture fighting off the vultures
Show you how to move in a room full of
(Okay)
This Ray Charles and Rick James
(Bitch)
Sam Cooke and Etta James
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