Lyrics:
the times when I was your only man
And she don't want to remind me, she knows this car would go out of control
Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
a Brownsville girl
But it's a blue tarp moon
It's a blue tarp moon
It's a blue tarp moon and it's shining just on me
After work I walked her home and she took me
As 'Brownsville Girl' gets into her flow
The verses roll and ramble on
But my ear is caught on the crux of that song
It's a perfect truth, that apposite line
But
I met a girl from Brownsville
She a kamikaze head-turn got me into a frill
And I told her about my friends back home what they'd say
How she spoke
to Brownsville tonight
I got me some whiskey I got me a gun
Ain't for nothing I'm my daddy's son
I'm going down to Brownsville tonight
Gonna find that girl with
I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love
With that girl from Brownsville, Texas
Midnight radio, a crackly, white gospel station kicking out
Brownsville could not hold you girl
L. A. just made you sick
You finally kicked him out in Santa Fe
I could have told you he was a dick
I have seen you on your
I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road
Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road
And I ain't gonna stop walking till
Brownsville
Yes it does
Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
Yeah it does
Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
Yes it does
Sound ill like
Now, I'm goin' to Brownsville an
Take that right hand road
Now, I'm goin' to Brownsville
Take that right hand road
Lord, I ain't gon' stop
Now, I'm goin' to Brownsville an
Take that right hand road
Now, I'm goin' to Brownsville
Take that right hand road
Lord, I ain't gon' stop
boring days, and this slow pace
Isolated living ain't for us
I know you hurting girl, but please forgive me
Can't you see I'm trying to make amends
I just
of bitches,
Back to brownsville.
It ain't no thang,
If niggas wanna bang with this,
And clean the clips,
Get it all and bring the pits,
Bring the miss,
young Brownsville might
This what workin' hard sound like
In that hood all damn night
Just hit 12 o'clock on that bite
This that go way past go
Feel
and have my baby
And drive my cars, and drive me crazy
Wherever your going baby girl just take me
'Cause I'm so taken, if you taken
I'm just saying baby,
and have my baby
And drive my cars, and drive me crazy
Wherever your going baby girl just take me
'Cause I'm so taken, if you taken
I'm just saying baby,
still couldn't run me
Out this rap game, it's I.N.C. for life
Niggas gonna know soon, cause Brownsville's trife
All up in the mix like blenders
Offenders,
Panamami
Brownsville
Brooklyn
Shoutout to my boy Big Reemo
Global Star Entertainment
I’m hungry y’all niggas ain’t saying nothing
I’m in the hood
Farmer's
And it's bugged how some niggas catch slugs
And pockets dug from everything except check stubs
And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
an headin towards the door
They came out of eye, face to face, they embraced
Gel blew a kiss and looked spoon girl in the face
Her face lit up, and grinned
for the rap man
Losers check your tooters
While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters
Don't play macho, while you got the gun
Cause if you got to reload
for the rap man
Losers check your tooters
While I'm suckin' on your girls hooters
Don't play macho, while you got the gun
Cause if you got to reload
Fame rep is Brooklyn bound
Still niggas that fuck around'll catch
A beatdown from Brownsville
I'm going all out the western way
Old school or new school
populating
The minimum of those MC's are dominating
Now all and together now, to what what who?
Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo
Hippa to da
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