Lyrics:
a couple pounds, yuh yuh yuh
Got him runnin' back like Jim Brown
Cause we aimed it at his crown
He pussy pussy like meow, wow
Glocks loaded up, we got them
All my bitches humble
And they know they never fumble
Man I'm like Jim Brown they way I never ever fucking stumble
All my diamonds yea it's Tiffany
Tony Brown an George Flash come master it
Jim Brown fight the struggle inna di heart a it
Starkey an Daley the bloodbath a it
Bucky Marshall an Tek-Life
Competition uh
Jim Brown style with the hand-off yeah yeah pardon my ambition aye
Clint Eastwood with stand-off pow pow you should know I aint missing
Dark and stubborn (stubborn, stubborn)
Dis a some, Claudie Massop type a music
Vivian Blake, kind a music (some, some)
Jim Brown and Dudus dem
me
Slim doll u a bad jawn
Touchdown ina uptown
Wul crew fulla gunman
Da gyal ya bad like jim brown
Go baby go baby go
Tell a gyal u nuh d 1 nor 2
Who
trip, boys let's make it back
Bad bitch in the club, shit I make her back (up)
Snatching up those leases, then I run it back
Hall of Fame Jim Brown, how
my town, right now) right now!
I heard Jim Brown got the OGs talking peace
Life without beef on these LA streets
Something I thought was beyond belief
Knock Life and the deep discussions
That Malcolm had with Cassius Clay, Same Cooke, and Jim Brown
I'm them now, especially when the hotel lights get
Not ballot I vote for Jim Brown
I know it don't rhyme
Does it matter that he
In fact he won't find
Excuses inside
Max Julian on a ho
Used to run the rock, Jim Brown in the snow
Moncler bomber, armor Under Armour
.38 special 'cause I believe in karma
Double
Giovanni poetical black female
Jim Brown to the people who sing well from
Fela to Miriam Makeba
The mirror says you are the next American leader
So don't
the black fist
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu kick
Platform shoes out the mother ship
Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a pimp
Whitewalls and a black leather
Carmichael, let's try to be like them
Nicky Giovanni poetical black female
Jim Brown to the people who sing well from
Fela to Miriam Makeba
The mirror says you
Jim Brown was his man, his brother was Muslim, they tried to convert him
And turn righteous, but the streets got the good of him
Big hats with
the fuck up
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down
You know you can't fuck around wit the Jim Brown
Running MC's like a quarterback
Brothers are
a touchdown
Ran on the money, hall of fame of finesse, ain't no Jim Brown
I know my momma she proud of me
Young rich nigga, we the new trend now
Came a long
Jim Brown was his man, his brother was Muslim, they tried to convert him
And turn righteous, but the streets got the good of him
Big hats with
Giovanni poetical black female
Jim Brown to the people who sing well from
Fela to Miriam Makeba
The mirror says you are the next American leader
So don't
like Jim Brown
So Mister Cee, let the music play
And here's what I want y'all to say
Ooh! (c'mon) Aah! (c'mon)
Nah-Nah-Nah, Nana (c'mon like
everywhere we go, Gaza lock it down
Big up the legendary Bulbie and Jim Brown
The youth dem a country, the youth dem a town
Tek in your education, no turn inna
dissolving, involved in
What Farakhan and, Jim Brown couldn't solve
I'ma tell you what I know, what I know
[Royce Da 5'9"]
It's them Boyz In the Hood+
the fuck up
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down
You know you can't fuck around wit the Jim Brown
Running MC's like a quarterback
Brothers are
forget ya (never forget ya)
Nigga Cat, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya)
Jim Brown, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Young Bratty, how
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