Lyrics:
and brown boy call me Miles Morales
Swing around the city wit no sense of malice
Black and brown boy call me Miles Morales
From the train to block the city my
them sexy brown eyes
Similar to the sunrise
I'm tryna watch the sunrise with you
Raise a son right but not right now
I could be the one for you if I
[Shaunta]
Yeah Shaunta, Shae Jones
Remix, yeah
I want me a bad boy
I need me a bad boy
Gotta have me a bad boy
Would you be my bad boy
don't stop, stop
It's Len and Kurtis Blow
(And we're blowing up the spot)
[Sharon Costanzo] {Kurtis Blow} (D-Rock)
**samples scratched in by Mr
hundreds collide
Falling right from the sky
Kenny Lofton and I be so high
Riverfront in 305
I'll be down, park by the side with B. Brown
With knee problems I
Heh Heh
Yeah goddamn it's that old gangsta shit
Right there boy goddamn
Shit heh heh
This is Dope Fiend Willy from the last mothafuckin' record
FUCKIN FAULT,
And if you sittin on chrome, I'll call up my boys and have you stripped of ya medals like Marion Jones, nigga ...
[Floyd Mayweather
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
Tell 'em that I'm GS9, Coke Boy
And tell 'em we brought guns for the smoke, boy
My nigga French still get it by the boat, boy
Say that Shmoney ain't
the talented Mr. Trotter
Inside of my right palm, the mark of the stigmata
Big Poppa, wig chopper, emperor Jaffe Joffer mofucka
I'm stronger than the coffee
That rabbit right there?" he asks us
His eyes glowing "What color is
It?" asks Chino, suddenly excited it's brown
Meek makes his approach slowly,
worn brown pants
And brown underwear
Cause it's gon get real messy
When Mr Massacre Master
Mumbles a medley
Murderin many
Man
Why you lookin stupid for
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
front and center, diamonds gleam when I enter
Hit the spot and them boys looking, that boys is so lovely
And that boy be popping champagne, that boy be
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
up, we got that fire brown
You can get yours right here
Start tripping if you wanna, boy
You can lose it right here
Yeah, right here, you can make it
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
Browns and Blacks get beat black and blue,
When they boys in blue, come through, it's mad true,
It's sad, dude, wrong color and they blast you,
They think
dirty steps
Repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones
dirty steps
Repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones
right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my
right)
I was a gentleman living in tenements
Now I'm swimming in all the women that be tens (woo)
Went from Bad Boys to the Crushed Linen Men
Now my
to Mr take Something
Make something, that’s right!
For hanging with dark goons and gangsters
To doing business with investors
Attorneys and bankers
Same
in the sky
And watch a brown boy fly
Watch a brown boy fly
A brown boy fly
Watch a brown boy fly
A brown boy fly
Watch a brown boy fly
A brown boy fly
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