Lyrics:
Bin Laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down South
So I was like, what, what the fuck is Bin Laden weed?
Man he said that shit is like
on along and have a real good time
Like the days of stopping at the Savoy
Now we freak, oh what a joy
Just come on down, two fifty four
Find a spot out
sucka then you're gonna get hurt
Poop brown
Poop brown
My rhyme is poop brown
I'm kickin' it down and it's comin' at ya poop brown
Poop Brown is
they say
Pull up on 'em skrt skrt, man down mayday
Everyday I cash out, ay fuck a pay day
Got a bitch who foreign, all she know is get cake
She gon'
Pretty Brown
You're a stranger in the town
And your world has tumbled down
But there's a million wishing they were young as you
So let it go, just let it
town
All type a gal mi a tell you seh mi found
Some a dem black, some bleech, till dem brown
Some a dem batty big while some a dem round
Some a dem rich,
Rodeo
Written By: Jessica Clarke
Intro:
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da dada da dada da da
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da
life away
Talk to me for a while
Can't you see that were all trying
You may think I'm a fool
But these days it is so hard to smile
Don't shoot me down
gettin' old
And then one day he didn't even answer
When they knocked upon his door
Old Doc Brown was a-lyin' down
But his soul - was no more
They
Gone get myself a teasing brown
Because they are the best gals in your town
A teasing brown is the best brown after all
They will sit by you through
Have you ever found some trace of dirt in your white hands?
Day by day to clean and wash the spots away
something is gonna bring you back down Mrs. Brown
and the brown
Yo, I got the homey Jose from way back in the day
He came to scoop me up in his all white Six-Trey
And he don't really *** with nobody outside
fine gentlemen all around me
Well they're the Shyphonics
And we hail proudly from Fargo, North Dakota
Now, way down south in Fargo, whenever we needs
in effect, the days are all peep
Grown by his own, provoked the wrong sheep
When I'm in effect, the day is all raw
Ten little workers, nine were all
rappers for breakfast like trix
man, I have gotta fix man
all these fuck rappers like dildos with a glitch man
This one’s for all the brown boys who brag
All Harlem's in a rage
And not from blow and gates
They've got a new type menace up there
He just blew into town
He's slim and coffee-brown
His
fortitude
Than you, can you understand what I‘m saying or do I have to send you down the
Danube, on a canoe, with a camera for some imagery
Of your closest
Hey, where did we go?
Days when the rains came
Down in the hollow
Playin' a new game
Laughing and a running hey, hey
Skipping and a jumping
In
can't control (what)
Problem
That Ambien in my ink pen
Move the brown squares like Wheat Thins
Y'all five days and a weekend
Stay smokin' on that
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
brown face
Brown leather, brown sugar
Brown leaves, brown keys
Brown creepers, brown face
Black skin, black braids
Black waves, black days
Black
like you
Good look champion, win the title
True, many man try invite you
Shot down lyric each time they cyph you
Jewel, what man you get all insides you
Hey, where did we go?
Days when the rains came
Down in the hollow
Playin' a new game
Laughing and a running hey, hey
Skipping and a jumping
In
of Hash-Browns
Who even is Hash-Browns
Ah little ones
You best let me finish this story
And perhaps all your questions will be answered
Eh
The storms really
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