Lyrics:
here making a scene, uh
But you better know I'm brown & proud
FilAm queen shakin' the house, yuh
I spit with the boys in the game
You gonna know me
Please have mercy and say the truth mr.officer
Illegally legal you are right officer
Fucking don't know why you treat me like an animals
It's like you know
a fan
So I got up quick and I saved that lick
And I cash out right, fuck a bih
And I killed my show and I don't need blow
And you're meltin' like some
the flame
Ready to send yall ass off down the drain
Bish its Mr. Killa Winston came thru wit tha bang
Shut it all down i curtained you right by the reign
Its
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I him threw a right cross, cold-knocked him out
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You
Totally psychic open your mind quick as the vibe kicks word to my sidekick
Sex boi let's hoi jislaaik yo yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
(Mr. Eon)
Yeah uhh
What it look like? Mad Skillz
Uhh Mr. Eon (The Mighty Mos Def)
The Mighty Mos (the E.C. Rawkus connection)
Coast to coast
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Umm, yes, yes, yes, why'all
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Sho nuff
Let's ride, let's ride
I'm Mr. Everyday Chiefer
Full of herb
And this
to slide in Walmart and
Left out with a frown
And he say he smokin' Runtz, man
That shit Bobby Brown
Wearin' them old ass 'fit's, boy
That shit out of style
Now if you want it boy
You know where I'm at boy
Now if you want it boy
You know where I be's boy
I'm om South Memphis cause I
Am the king of SPV
dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrapers and this mornings paper
Mr. jones
niggas speakin' on me when I'm not around
I catch that boy up out the corner, I peel his top like Mr. Brown
Fuck them niggas who sayin' I ain't gon' make
excellence)
And I'm the type to fucking treat you right
You know that brown benevolence (you know what it is)
Like you my queen, you queen and they all know
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
the times that you put up a fight like that
I'm confused how it's easy to lie like that
Back-strap brown rizz and get high like that
(How you gonna change it
I'm gonna grab her by her ponytail
I'm gonna sling her around and around
When she wakes up she'll know she met up
With mad Mrs. Leroy Brown
Well
respect bitch you dub I stand on a hunnit you ain’t Chris brown you ain’t never gon run it if I want it right now imma get it stop fronting if the dick too
(Mr. Eon)
Yeah uhh
What it look like? Mad Skillz
Uhh Mr. Eon (The Mighty Mos Def)
The Mighty Mos (the E.C. Rawkus connection)
Coast to coast
If you ain't got no money, suggest you pay me in respect
Mr. Thug Motivation, yeah that's right the icon
Step up in this muthafucka, they like who
Yeah!
This-this-this-this
This is an exclusive (let's go)
Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right)
And they
right
Pretending he was really dim
He slipped to Sam a double gin (Mickey Finn)
He woke, the boys had gone, but not his gun
They'd left a note
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
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