Lyrics:
thump back
This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump back
What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at
Draw they guns back, momma
and ran quickly out the house
Ain't nothing like them brown skin girls from the south
Now we ain't speaking - what's this all about?
Stop silent treatment
on the back of vehicles
Now the troops is mad
Gotta be kidding
This shit just ain't adding up
They act like they don't understand why we mad as fuck
We had
Look at my skin
You like my brown?
Fuck my sins
When it all goes down
Boy kiss my ass
Hoes talk rah when I don't be 'round
Name one bitch that could
the original vocalist
I'd like to say rest in peace to Dennis Brown
If tomorrow is Judgement Day (lighers in the air)
And I'm standing on the front line
Some of that Otis that we like,
Some of that Sam show you right
Even Aretha Franklin, Roberta Flack,
James Brown probably all night
Just let me get
( Doo, doo, doo doo, doo,
doo, doo, doo, doo, doo! )
First Class Private, Mary Brown,
she wore that uniform like a million dollar gown . . .
Dennis the Menace
So one of kind
This should go down in Guinness
You pay with yo soul
But you can’t pay for penance
No there ain’t no bargain
Don’t look
groovy type too sticky Brown shit
Feening for a lick so I
Hit up my conect
On stand by no reply
Waiting for a text
Puffing on a stress joint
Just to feel
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Dyed my hair green when I was sixteen
Weird boy ballin', Dennis Rodman on the A-team
Day dream, night dream, yup,
mean man
Well she'll fucking kill you
She wins every fight
She's gonna rock your shit by the end of the night
And the only advantage that a killer
Hear they whip the women just around midnight
Brown sugar
How come you taste so good
Brown sugar
Just like a young girl should
I saw her today
bitch brown hair
Wit the highlights
Bad lil bitch brown hair
Wit the highlights
She eating peanuts
Shake em up
Like she rolling dice
Night time
to C-Notes, see no light
Hacienda like Aquino, right? Rodrigo vigilante type
They kill my titos left and right, when smoke and mirrors fill the night
So let it
to impress
Because you gotta make this night your very best
Not just another night on the town
It's the Brown Crowd, Chicano and proud and proud to be Brown
So
to impress
Because you got to make this start your very best
Not just another night on the town
It doesn't brown ?? Chicano, were proud and be brown
Tonight
something right (something right)
My neighbor who stayin' next to me wanna go to war at night (go to war)
Somebody broke into his spot, he thought it was my
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
brown, stick around"
"But as you black, oh brother, get back get back get back"
Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was
be on this brown
Til my hair turn gray
Burry me with Hennessy
I party in my grave
It's goin down like some Hennessy (Heem)
Off brown
You know what it
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
like Dennis
He shoot the choppa til it’s finish
I use chopsticks for my dinner
Roasted lobster with the spinach
Turn to Popeye off the spinach
Smoke
knows how hard we tried
Save us from this night
Solomon Brown
Solomon Brown
Facing the storm alone
Losing your way home
Sunday morning
There's
by the talk of the town
Some boy come like it don't have him own like a dog without bone
You get me, original Dennis Al Capone who come like a ting
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