Lyrics:
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
man, God to what?
You gotta admit B, the motherfuckers tore the fuckin house down
I got the fuckin album B!
I ain't gon front on the shit, fuck em,
Now your crosses are burnin' fast
Southern man
Lily Belle, your hair is golden brown
I've seen your black man comin' 'round
Swear by God I'm gonna
Now your crosses are burning fast
Southern man
Lily Belle, your hair is golden brown
I've seen your black man comin' round
Swear by God I'm gonna
and bullwhips cracking
How long? How long?
Lillie Belle, your hair is golden brown
I've seen your black man coming 'round
Swear by God I'm gonna cut him
da-da-da-da-da-da-da!
Audi R-8, laid back, Black on Black
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matchin' that.
Black mask, black Mag', brown bag;
Drop down now or nigga
please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With
please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With
Yo I know
You there man, pick up!! Shit, get back to me man, beep me, peace
Mary, Maary, Mary, Mary, yo yo Mary, yo Mary,
Yo Mar-Mary, Mary, It's
please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With
S.D.F.S.D. had her seeing double
The envelope looked like a good Chinese puzzle
Yes, I got those letters you wrote me when we were fifteen
By younger son
to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him
R.I.P., R.I.P
P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin'
that ass like interior
Oh, step in my Cadillac, let's ride through the hood
Eh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real good
And take
the funky-funky beat
Dolette M. and Janice P.
Playin' background vocals for you and me
Playin' everybody's got to get goin' with the thing
For the man for
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
brown nose)
There's rich uncle Bob, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
You get stopped by the man, I say now what you gonna
P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin'
to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him
R.I.P., R.I.P
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
Say yes oh yes my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down
the plane into Paris,
Honeymooning down by the Seine.
Peter Brown called to say,
You can make it OK,
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain.
grandad
His courage runs down in my blood
His kindness in his eyes
If you can see a man in me
He's the reason why
Paul brown petty was a good ol
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
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