Lyrics:
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
the fuck? This ain't Burberry, custom brown
He said, "Could you throw it back while you touch the ground?"
And he said, "Do that pussy purr?" I said, "Yup,
"Give me $1 million if you
Want the next album"
It's still sprinkling a bit when we dive back
Into the hired Lexus and head across the
East River
he says
He's been trapped in a structure
That makes no effort to appreciate
His sacrifices, his worth, or his
Ambition "When you're telling me I'm
Not
verse on Brown Stains
We gotta do it again let me
What are you doin'?
Just goin' in, man, you know
Gon' body some shit cuz
What kinda draws are you
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
a narcissist, I rock with Kevin Samuels (ha)
He tell you what's necessary not what you wanna hear
Like when Stephen Jackson made fun of Kwame Brown career
like James Brown
If I couldn't be me, who would I be?
I damn sure wouldn't be a sucker MC
'Cause I'm not like you, my game is true
I pimped these
don't you call me"
James Brown said:
"When you're tired of what you got, try me"
Gene Chandler said:
"There's a rainbow in my soul"
the irony?
It's flamin' in my lungs I should
Take this mic with me
Cause I'm James Brown when he
Shot up the label
I'm Scarface with a key of coke on the table
to do it
Put on some james brown so we can get into it
No kinky stuff, like ropes or handcuffs
But when you love me please don't be rough
I said "listen,
People didn't want to hear the old rap sound
We started samplin' beats by James Brown
In the middle of doin' "My Philosophy"
Scott was killed and that
're a lightweight
They tell me you nice and I'm like, "Wait"
Go get me a knife, you're looking like steak
And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days
play with death
Now I have to ask myself
Do you remember your childhood, back when
You didn't have to have loot, to have friends
Now it's all about your
Rappers like you talk bullshit
I told my boys there?s a new funky drummer in town
You?re trying to be like james brown
If I couldn?t be me, who would I
without the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
It makes me move and I'll improve
As it goes on, as it flows on
When you see
brown eyes
Brown skin in the sunshine
And the water feels just right
U were made to touch the sky u were made to fly
And the roots down under call
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
because the groove is smooth
It makes me move and I'll improve
As it goes on, as it flows on
When you see me, don't ask if the show's on
How that
one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
Nigga, she want me like Givenchy
In
let me introduce myself my name is Mr. Russell Jones
Excuse me for that one I had to let that one low ah
And tonight, you're going to see that you
I have to ask myself
Chorus:
Do you remember your childhood, back when
You didn't have to have loot, to have friends
Now it's all about your
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