Lyrics:
Don't you worry
Baby just be yourself
Let the wine take you over
Shit is good for your health
Brown eyes, soft skin, color of caramel
Every time
squabble, squabble
Yeah (Nabeyin)
Just-just-just-just
Just last night I had a squabble with my demons (demons)
Ass round, skin brown, Lord, you know my
Behind the 99 cents store
A little girl called my dog ugly
Yes it hurt my feelings
I guess I'm not as tough as I look
I held my dog
In my buff brown
by the hand
And said "little boy I'm gonna make you a man"
Well I'm not the world's most masculine man
But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man
the deuce
Pour me another I'm up by the deuce pour me another I'm up by the deuce
Ok ok ok ok (5'5 with the brown eyes)
Ok ok ok ok (5'5 with the brown eyes)
mind [Repeat: x4]
[Busta Rhymes]
Aw baby, what a feeling, what a way to feel when you're down and beat
You're all by yourself in a little corner, no
who're tripping
I know and it shows, I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o
On the downlow
On the downlow
In our quiet little town, where fun is rarely found
A girl in a poodle skirt turned everything around
With a playful smirk and a daring flash
She
fun of dudes with big dicks
Cuz they ain't real ones they get no chicks
Girls always say how much they love my little dick
They always run away cuz they
my heart was black and blue
A fine performance by the girl who always knew how to fake it
I remember golden leaves
Turning brown as I went down on one
girls in a hand-me-down Ford
Just married in that four by four
Made a little love then we made a little more
Nine months later county hospital cut that
sweet as wine
She will always love me and treat me right
I'll know her by the way she walks
Know her by the way she talks
That sweet little dimple
buzzin'
Thinkin' about lovin' and what it brings to the table
And I assure you, the following is not fable
She had Long brown hair and beautiful brown eyes
Little brown-skinned lady bout five feet tall, Big Mama
[Chorus]
Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table (you gave me unconditional love)
Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my
pretty little trigger finger was twitchin' by her side
And Clyde was cleanin' his fingernails with a foot long Bowie Knife
I brung 'em back
I saw a strange little girl
She was only sweet 16
She was down in the sewer
In a midnight summer dream
I said get a grip on yourself
Her hair was golden brown and she wore blue jeans
And she told me that she cried a lot
I told her not to worry 'bout the little things
Our
a little fun
Now you've come along and brightened up my world in my heart I feel it I'm that special kind of girl
Finally you come along the way you feel
trying to leave my heart on the floor
Or are you showing me a door
Is it the entrance or is it the exit
You need to be a little more specific cuz
Girl I
feel beat
But I still
Get up
And walk hard
To the beat
Hey!
Brown boy
And a little white girl
Running 'round Virginia
Making all that money
Not in my
You took my attention away so hard now I just can't focus
Jet black hair and your dark brown skin, everything so golden
Slim or big, really don't
the living room
Smokin a lot of weed with the Four Tops
Makin collect calls back home to my pops
My little brother said, "Keith - you need to stop!"
I
By the comb in his beard
He's weird when he's lonely
I'm lonely and weird
Party in the backside over the ear in
The wake of a sobering year
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