Lyrics:
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, "Are you married?" We'll say
"No man"
But you can do the job when you're in town
Later on, we'll
to look like the All-American Kid
From New York City. I wanted to feel like I wanted to be the
All-american Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat
brand new
But want me to come through
You really been cluing
Me in on who you
Really is is in view
But you blinded by rage
Start acting yo age
Huh
Blinded
yo' fucking tooth out
What he think I'm a do if he try me?
I'm taking the whole new route
That s brain particles all over his shoulders
His arms and his
It's a new day new color new age
All races different and their beauty insane
Bitch I'm brown and I'm proud and my people they're loud
Doing whatever
my game like u runnin yo mouth
snagging the bag like Odell wit the browns
Hopped out the shop, constant heat brang by pounds
Rule of the century, get
They wanna see me dying
They wanna see me dying
They wanna see me dying
Rest In Peace to Sandra Bland
They pulled her over for a minor traffic
over everything
Cash rules
These street don't play fair
There's no rules
The town stay hot patrolled by the wolves
They'll fix you up real quick with
water-drawer, and he let down his bucket into the well
He said, What good news, here is a boy
So they hid him as a slave
And Allah was the all-knower of what they
Magic trick, sun rise sun fall
The world does sink, if the love goes fall
A new drink, new trip, new call
It's all a new start once the the sunrise
to death
And if I recollect correct, you tried to sign him for yourself
All the while I was 'round my out of town college, wildin' out
Restaurants, Destin
All the way from Athens, the A-T-L shawty
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Uhh, Sleepy Brown
Uhh, Bubba Sparxxx
We gon' keep doin it baby
Whether you like it
and toolies
Mike Jackson, kick me, kike me, Jew me
Now all the white chicks in the world got booties
He rap by popular demand
And a nigga nosey on some Toucan
rap like me
Rappers like me make real hits
Rappers like you talk bullshit
I told my boys there's a new Funky Drummer in town
You're trying to be
here come the train
"Damn Charles Laney! He ain't from Miami!"
Light skins dikes, these hoes can't stand me
All up in this beach couldn't pull out plan
trouble, risk you may find (may find)
All those (all thouse) we may (we may) huh, live in a trifling time
[Charlie Brown (Leaders of the New School)]
is the place where I stay
The B-to-the-R-to-the-O-the-O-K
Best in the world and all USA
It's the B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n is the place where
but a deluded New Jersey
Housewife who shot herself dead
After hurling a pan of boiling
Grit's over Green’s back
"The Rev green, in the bathroom
With
In a one bedroom apartment
On the humble side of town
There stands a little Christmas tree
It looks a lot like Charlie Brown's
And underneath
a freestyle in my head need it off my back
In the studio all night still don't need a nap
No cap trying to put my town on the map
Yea
Trying to put my town
all [?]
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Filet mignon with my food
I'm with got warrants
America's brown and
Twenty years from now
Every town will be brown and Latin
Or African, look at Manhattan
I'ma tell you what
The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall
The curfew had been lifted
to do back in our hood, you know
We used to be down and run this town
And it was all at PC Pub
You know, and I'm shaking
And they working on it,
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