Lyrics:
niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine
Go to sleep hoe,
niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine
Go to sleep hoe,
I'ma go get me a bag (bag)
They gon' be bitter and mad (mad)
They already know it's a fact (they know)
Go to the show with a gag
Brown (brown
to sleep)
If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep)
Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep, go to sleep
They turn around and frown
Gotta make 'em
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
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on,
here we go go go again
Hard as I try I know I can't quit
Something about you
Is so addictive
We're falling together
You'd think that by now I'd know
the sun on my knees"
And I say, "well, you're alright, Mr Brown
You're not going to get burned around here, are you?"
He's not on his own there, I mean
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
like Puffy and Mase
On our jiggy shit, you feel me?
And right before it releases
This bullshit happens
Tyler here, and I'm makin' this video
Just
wanna let go, but you should know
I'll move on, I'll move on, I'll move on
Pretty brown eyes!
So let's go, let me know
You know where you belong,
"None of that's true"
We do it not you
That' why I got you
Stuck on
To my style like glue!
The crew
Definitely is back again
But I
"None of that's true"
We do it not you
That' why I got you
Stuck on
To my style like glue!
The crew
Definitely is back again
But I
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the 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 why
You
fuckin' gangster shit, yo
B. Brown and mother fuckin' Ja Rule
I.G you son of a bitch, you did it again
Mother fucker brought B. Brown back
Ain't that
fuckin' gangster shit, yo
B. Brown and mother fuckin' Ja Rule
I.G you son of a bitch, you did it again
Mother fucker brought B. Brown back
Ain't that
the 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 why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I
down
'Cause there goes the fear
Let it go
You turn around and life's passed you by
You look to ones you love
To ask them why?
You look to those
of Brown, well, hey, it's on
Once again my friend you gotta have this song
Get on the dancefloor and lose control
When I lose control I get sorta active
Bobby Brown swings
Stop calling out my name
'Cause it's still my thang
It's still my thang and after eight years
Ain't a damn thing changed
Why should I
used they just fooked
Me and fooked off" Then
I'd tell him I were bipolar or
Something so he didn't have a
Go at me he'd turn round and go to them
[P. Diddy]
1, 2, 1, 2
Yeh why'all can hear me
Make the drumming sound yeh
Lets ride yeh yeh
Be clear we here lights out
Eat here sleep here my
baby, wigglin' (she wiggle)
I like the way she jug, ooh, baby, jigglin' (she jigglin')
I like the way she move, damn, do that shit again (do that shit
here
Life ain't been the same for me
Lately I miss you very much
I want you to hear my pain that I go through (go through ...)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland
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