Lyrics:
Farmer Jones ran short on seeds so he borrowed from his neigbor Sam
The fall brought Jones a flourishin' crop while his neighbor's all burned brown
fuckin' 4 O'clock
I shouldn't sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block
I ain't got time to waste man, where this nigga at?
I'm in the Brown hooptie,
I can cop mo' gats
Joe and Duke came through
Them niggas copped two TEC's
Said "Don't go by the gamblin' spot
That shit gon' get wet"
Edge of the city - off the highway
Where concrete meets cornflowers and clay
Slick city-slicker's city patter
While slow courting lovers make hay
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like EskimosEverybody
Big Mon, Big Boss!
Feel like I'm drownin' Surrounded by forms of bigotry
I thought I had felt pain When that bitch was playin' in them sheets
But it
the sky is a dome with projected images
The pyramids were constructed by ancient aliens
Laser precision and alignment with astrology
Feasible only with lost
NOT FORGOTTEN
Words by Roshaun 'Bay-C' Clarke
Music by Roshaun Clarke, Robert Dubz' Browne, Lamar Riff Raff' Brown
Intro
Put your lighters up for
of smokes and he's fixing for to burn em anyway
I meet 'em on the bank
Still-warm rocks the sun had baked
As it lazed on by, drifting through the day
So we
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
out of gate to meet
The neighbours and it's blammo!
Do you think that the world
Can ever be fixed?
Is America buried? Did it ever exist?
Were you
Okay, I think by now we've established
Everything is inherently worthless
And there's nothing in the Universe.
With any kind of objective purpose
SEXY BOY
Saw him last night in the parking lot
cnd I said to myself he is fine
He load his truck with 2X 4s
While his dog was by his side
Big brown
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
never stopped blingin
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anything
There was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm singin
At my little
Yo I used to know this girl it was way back when
We would listen to the oldies time and again
She would bring me James Brown cause I liked the funky
been dead since 2006-ish
Dude down in the skids
Look who drowned with the fishes
Code Brown
My hoes now coked out and addicted
Hope not for eviction
Joe
casper
I been balling like a Raptor
Yeah my life been moving faster
I left my old life nigga started him a new chapter
I like my bitches brown
I don't like
about how they balling
They be on the bench or even out of bounds
After I set my fam straight
I'm a take my team and go buy the pounds
If you meet your
They want our mouths to kiss and smile
But no talkin
Less Jim Brown
More Herschel Walker
And Jimmy had his problems
I don't big him up
Most men was
catch on so quick
Bout time they hit sixteen they be on some Nino Brown, G.I. Joe shit
When school is out, they just want to lamp
The last thing
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