Lyrics:
play by rules
While i'm here we can have a lil ruze
Later on we can take you to the roof
With a blunt then we fly to the moon
Verse 2: (Zac Rari)
I
more, this can't be us
Chill dog
Second oldest born, from Michelle brown my mother
Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother
Pop wasn't
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
been left a mess you see
So, now, she's just a poet, she has declined to de-cadency
What's worse the pain or the trauma?
The root, stem, stamen,
Wait and see
She's been crumbled up
Thrown away
Disrespected like a brown paper bag
I am blind by my transparency
Cause I only know one thing
Needed
you)
If I catch my opps with they gang, they making the news too
A brown boy like me in the game ain't what they used to (brown boy)
'Til my time is
Through The Roots, Liv, and Zac Jone$, ya know?
And true love we live you know,
We love we life and we live it to the fullest,
You see me?
Stoney
I'm in love with this girl
Am I addicted I can't really tell
My baby so fine she's a brown-skin girl
She's a brown skin girl Yh
I'm in love with this
The young generation yo,
What's the deal bro, Charlie Brown, man
[Charlie Brown]
I don't know what the deal is
You have to ask my partna Dinco D
Yo yo
Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave
Dog i come back in the afterlife
Like fuck it
I done touched hell twice what's the meaning?
This can't be
shoulder (ice)
You talking about modern day rap but don't know the culture
50 bands in the motor (bands)
12 can't pull me over (skrr)
Snowball, think
cant do it on a dick, she poppin'
We bottle poppin', you cock blockin'
Told ya gurl you rap, but ya cd floppin'
You say you gettin' money man, we
cant do it on a dick, she poppin'
We bottle poppin', you cock blockin'
Told ya gurl you rap, but ya cd floppin'
You say you gettin' money man, we
cant do it on a dick, she poppin'
We bottle poppin', you cock blockin'
Told ya gurl you rap, but ya cd floppin'
You say you gettin' money man, we
can't breathe where the hot air blows
I can't smell with brown on my nose
I won't turn and drop my pants
And I will not dance with the sycophants
Mr.
'Cause I'ma take you back to the days of brown envelope trays
Twenty-something years ago as I proceed to recollect
A newborn shorty had to 'ford checks
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
to the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
You see, I
the dark you shine that's why we lit like a candle
Brown women turn ya head when they walk by
Brown men take you high cuz we so fly
Just hot people tryna
I can't see a future with
So if my genie appears
I wish for my peers
To never adhere to life choices that would breed regret
My comfort
Complex no
she's gone, you can't buy love without game
The Shuga gotcha, lame!
Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound,
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound,
She got Pretty Brown Eyes and I just wanna take you home
She got Pretty Brown and I just can't leave alone
You won't find her in the magazine, find
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