Lyrics:
Patrick Edward Brown
Tried to run the cops down
Patrick Edward Brown
Tried to run the mother fuckin cops into the ground
Pat Brown
Gets real mean,
Patrick Edward Brown
Tried to run the cops down
Patrick Edward Brown
Tried to run the mother fuckin cops into the ground
Pat Brown
Gets real mean,
quicky quickly made
My other brother by the name of Patrick "Sleepy" Brown
Said that our +Noize+ is the type that you should keep around
They led me
quicky quickly made
My other brother by the name of Patrick "Sleepy" Brown
Said that our +Noize+ is the type that you should keep around
They led me
traffic
I don't spit on the mic I baptize it
Why this niggas be dumb like Patrick
Rip zummy brown shit tragic
Anybody can die it's organic
It's just me
of your ways
It's who I am, it's who I am, it's who I am
Anthony Brown Joseph Patrick Martin Barrett © Capitol Christian Music Group
GOOD FcTHER MEDLEY
“Good Good Father” Written by Patrick Barrett & cnthony Brown | Capitol CMG Paragon/Common Hymnal Digital/BMI/Housefires
hold up
Get down low and lick it with a fruit roll up
Dirty dancing Patrick swayze with it
Chris brown on the floor getting crazy with it
Strobe lights
Who's that? My man throwing up
You can get left like the Christmas ghost
Drugs, money, it come from the coast
White like Tommy and brown like Saint
the Saint Patrick Battalion
And we fought on the Mexican side
We marched 'neath the green flag of Saint Patrick
Emblazoned with "Erin Go Bragh"
Bright with
I wish that I could move to Italy
And rip it down brown cobblestones
That might make me feel like me
At least more than the ones here do
I just want
satin gowns
cnkles bare and the loafers brown
From a rooftop on Patrick Street
Look at that, the old man has won
cnd the boy gave a disgruntled grin
he bought and
Brazil and Spain he fought
And freedom then he sought for Argentina
Now Admiral William Brown
You're a man of courage shown
And in
the weed
Patrick had the studio dorm room next to me
I freestyled over his beats
My nigga Keys transferred in from Tennessee
He's a receiver, I played DB
Patrick Bateman's
Hide my crimes and pretend to be perfect
I won't cheat anymore
'Cause I keep everything under control
Sometimes I feel like the world
if he lifts his shirt
His glasses fogged up black on black crime
Yo look in the brown eyes of this shotgun
I wish this brother would
Wood I'd turn his
Patrick Bateman: Howard
It's Bateman patrick Bateman
You're my lawyer, so I think you should know
I've killed a lot of people
Some escort girls in
my diamonds light brown like beer
Niggas say they can't stand me, get a chair
Make sure she show thong thong thong thong
In the 'io with Slime
swear I need your endurance to last
'Til I'm back in my zone
In the party like Patrick Mahomes
Cuz we chiefing while playing the field
Spot a catch she
Black mask big bags
Brown stacks big stash
Bitch ass toe tags
Fall back I'm the band man
My bitch she better than yours
My bitch go dumb in
tell you, all about Mack the Knife babe
It's an offer, you can never refuse
We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that piano
And this
about Mack the knife babe
It's an offer, you can never refuse
We got Patrick Williams, bill miller playing that piano
And this great big band,
tell you, all about Mack the Knife babe
It's an offer, you can never refuse
We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that piano
And this
tell you, all about Mack the Knife babe
It's an offer, you can never refuse
We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that piano
And this
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