Lyrics:
And so they shot him till he was dead
Brown girl in the ring tra la la la la
She looks like a sugar in a plum plum plum
Show me your motion tra la la la
your brain
And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain
Bumpy plays no games, it's all real here
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real
your brain
And make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chain
Bumpy plays no games, it's all real here
Can't get my gun in the club, I keep it real
the whole shit scott-free
The rest of these niggas is wack but not me
Bumping Nasty Nas in the spaceship
Whip out my dick just to let your bitch taste it
cot
Come out them colossal rocks back to your fossil watch
My life is foul sometimes I wish I could write this down
To keep your wife from screaming
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
it's finna go up (Jesus)
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he
na na na)
How you got me (Na na na, na na na)
I still wanna know (Na na na, na na na)
In your eyes am I for you
By god you're in my soul
Keep thinking
the weapon
Look my son in the eyes, know the young man special
But I'm chasin' down these dollars wit this fuckin shellcatcher
You forgot to pay the fee, you
Keep pilling in the kitchen sink
I'm tired of you cinque me but you keep blinking me
When your energy is weaken me
Shall I put you back into the deep sea
left a child so rare
Rosemary your day will come
He loved you so He gave His only son
Keep the faith in your soul
Stay down on your knees
I'm
corruption
You say, I'm pure and then undiluatable
And once I'm in your blood I make it pursuitable
Now only they say sing it on son
Sing it on son, she
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billers
(Yo, I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'? Keep your eyes open)
For
even play
Cause the beast be out n'all manner ways
Yeah the warfare psycho-energetic with
The time sign slid'n in prophetic
Keep my mind right till eye
hundreds collide
Falling right from the sky
Kenny Lofton and I be so high
Riverfront in 305
I'll be down, park by the side with B. Brown
With knee problems I
Red wine time on the couch
Happy you agreed to hang out
Keep my head in the clouds
Keep them old names out your mouth
I can make you laugh out
more
Yo when Keith Lamar and Scott got shot by the cops
and Gregory Hill Junior got killed in his own garage
Yo they shot Javan Bailey and Jaqainy
throwing that words
Look around, look around
Gentleman with the brown skin girl
One in town, one in town
Let me keep throwing that words
Look around, look
everything is gushin'
A little bit of water, it's what the sons and daughters
When they come to Brazil, it's all in order
Gotta go down, gotta hold down
up I think I'll tell you what I saw
The day your daughter Ellie and the judge's son went swimmin' in the raw
Is that supposed to be a party what you
Seen Nothin
Ya Gurl Is Persistant, She Aint Stoppin
[Hook:]
Man She Say She Want A Hood Nigga
I Keep The Purp By The Pound
The Trunk Stay
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
Dried rose petals, red brown circles
Framed your eyes and stained your knuckles
And all those lonely nights down by the river
Brought me bread
McChickens heard more stories than Marvin Scott
Imma get 'em high like my bands up, high
Just like your tablespoon, hot
Like you pray to moose, nah
I keep
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