Lyrics:
I'm not a new jack, my rhymes are not whack, and in fact,
I'm like Clint Eastwood, instead of bullets, rhymes I pack
In my flow gun, so son, ya
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
but fallin' slowly
If ever you are in doubt, remember what mama told me
Brown skin girl, ya skin just like pearls
Your back against the world
I
to please
Look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army Band
Down by the riverside
It's bound to be
is a hazy shade of winter
Look around leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground
Hear the Salvation Army band
Down by the riverside
another twenty seven and a
half days to where he'd come from and saw the enchantress standing bemused
by a series of petrol pumps.
"You forgot the bean,
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
're brown sugar
Girl, you're always out there with your man
It's about time he took your hand
I wanna show you
'Cause I can't stand the blow
Keep
're brown sugar
Girl, you're always out there with your man
It's about time he took your hand
I wanna show you
'Cause I can't stand the blow
Keep
're brown sugar
Girl, you're always out there with your man
It's about time he took your hand
I wanna show you
'Cause I can't stand the blow
Keep
and the jacket with the fringe
Damn girl you got a vibe
Gimme some of that feel good
There's a pretty strong likelihood
If ya mix a little bit of jukebox
some every now and then, oh hey
Where are your people from? Maybe Mississippi or an Island
Apparently your skin has been kissed by the sun
You make me
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
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
Brown skin, Brown eyes, Black smile
Black thighs, Brown hair, Black mind
Brown care, Black cry
The pressures beating on you
Your loved and I'm
Even hum a little something sweet by Clint
Black while you stroke and caress my tender nut sack. Like it rough
bitch, don't ya. I can bring the pain.
no physical ties
I'm engulfed in your mind
Connecting roads
Reading signs
Tryna know ya
And like this convo
Hold ya closer
What strain are you
When
Court
I can picture that studio fitted out with my style
A brown and beige kinda mood, you know
And metro hex green tile
A framed Navratilova hangin'
before they settle down
Side by side in a book that's faded brown
Have you ever wondered why
There's a rainbow in the sky?
It's all the tears that God has
She just got here yesterday,
Things are hot here now they say,
There's a new gal in town.
Gals are jealous, there's no doubt.
All the guys just
She just got here yesterday,
Things are hot here now they say,
There's a new gal in town.
Gals are jealous, there's no doubt.
All the guys just
He just got here yesterday,
Things are hot here now they say,
There's a new gal in town.
Gals are jealous, there's no doubt.
All the guys just
She just got here yesterday,
Things are hot here now they say,
There's a new gal in town.
Gals are jealous, there's no doubt.
All the guys just
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