Lyrics:
Feeling real good I'll show it
If we talking price I throw it
If we talking dice I roll it
Don't offer me grass I'm mowing (Mowing)
Hand on the glass I'm
how I am
It's called the Brown Crowd the life of this Mexican
-Chorus 2x-
::verse 3::
Back with verse three so let me kick it
I'm gonna make it quick
on Mars
And you don't make enough noise
No cape, no sawdust still go Hercules
Hercules, Hercules hercules, Hercules
Mercy me, mercy me rest In Peace Mercy
nothing in the bank
But I'll turn out that number
If this tournament's all comers
I don't need to have a rank
Cuz life's forehands take me forward
But
have pride
What we need is unity
Don't try to divide
Don't make me wonder
If there is a brain
Don't be the scum
In the swamp they're gonna drain
Don't
they're wrong deny that life and be out
Don't ever doubt the difference you make when you know
Who you are then your faith has no choice but to grow
in
Yo Tiga-Z
Yo man wake up
J-Snow
My old friend
The fuck you want Hash Browns
You replaced me
Left me to die by Tiga-Z's hand
Look man it was time
so much paper but I know
That I know that you a liar liar liar liar
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
Dip deep into your pockets, let
fast kind of like the Flash
In and out of trouble pretty good at being bad
A firm belief nothing so nothing ever lasts
Eating from the cans full
Let me tell you bout a liar
T'was a skill he did acquire
But he's used it way too much
Like some worn out tire
He told a lot of lies
It made the ones
a line of chicks waiting for their chance
So come on now honey, I'll make you feel pretty
These other gals mean nothing to me
Let's finish these
a line of chicks waiting for their chance
So come on now honey, I'll make you feel pretty
These other gals mean nothing to me
Let's finish these
was to say I didn't miss you, I'd be a damn liar (a damn liar)
God works in mysterious ways, don't understand why (understand why)
Talked to your mama
I'm talkin', yeah yeah for real
Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad (smash, dad,
makin moves in Japan, living off land
Half a kilo in the closet, sitting on grams
See you be the graham cracker, shells like clams
If we don't know
Brown hair, white smile, nice dress
Tequila shots, late nights, say less
I don't mean to fuck up on first test
I know sometimes I'm hard to digest
prob'ly rip your pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It prob'ly'll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me
rich
So you know I stay on that paper route
People don't want me to make it
Tryna take me out
So I pray daily askin' God
For the safer route
Used to go
You niggas don't even know
All that talk then no show
Cannot tell me nothin'
Show me somethin' I ain't seen before
That hoe want my piccolo
you ticklish?
I'm mad niggerish, pull out the liquor and she told me to-
[Chorus]
The way you make that booty talk
I know your ass a liar
So
been riding round town in a wide body
Feel it switch gears hit the gas shawty
Type of car that you'd find way out in Saudi
Me I want a net worth higher
Shoulda known you was a liar, oh oh oh oh oh, yea yea
Baby don't lie to me, you and the truth got some kinda rivalry, ya
Thought you was right for me, told
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
I sell and I cop shit
Like Father Like Son, well, I was adopted
I told the Birdman, "Stunna, give me a chance"
But I don't even wanna tell you what
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