Lyrics:
DJ Pimp, you really hooked it up on this one, man
You're the mack
When you hear the sound
All the bodies hit the ground
By the pound across town
When
younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip
candle wax, brown Beamers to whip
And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!
got no taste
I know them boys they fuck with the wave
I got a brown-ting from Limpopo
She live life fast like YOLO
Beamer girl, don't fuck with no Polo
'Cause life's a bitch and then you die
I'd rather be a product of the
Mud than live a motherfuckin' lie
'Cause life's a bitch and then you die
I'd
I've seen things you'll never see
Don't pity me
Focus in on the breath of a man
Who takes a brown paper bag from his knapsack
Between his whispers
think I've come to a conclusion
We live the life's of ourselves we set standards higher then our shelfs
But that never stopped from achieving
Because we
circuits overloading
And random things exploding
In some lives you awaken
Thrashing in the dark
In panic and confusion
See the truth inside illusion
Every other day, I get a payment
Is this a 580 Benz or a spaceship?
I live by myself in my condo, it's spacious
I’m the shit, I cannot complain
Spent like
round
Surrounded by love, I don't get down
Imma never live that life
Cause I'm popping on the mic
We gon' never live that life
9 To 5, middle fingers
Nourished by insect blood
Birthed from gilded loins
Collectible scars
Collective wounds
c part of growing up
c part of growing old
c part of living
c part
the everything
And I don't want this rush to end
So let's take this moment by the horns
Raise your glass, sing a song
Live like it's last day on Earth
Do you feel
by day
I mean who's to say
Who's to say, you find an answer when living?
What if you just die?
What if life as we know it is all a dream?
What if we
And before I even knew it, out she came (uh-oh)
With the tight gold clip, and the dark brown frame (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
How you so quick fi net? (Net)
[Chorus: x3]
Mama always told me (told me)
But papa never showed me (showed me)
So I live the life of a thug
And all I want to do is smoke
The weight has been lifted
I buried the knife (buried)
Here comes the elephant carried by mice
Here to marry the mic (marriage)
The one tusk cut
That's right, this game is Raid
Do you like elves? That's a dumb question
Everybody likes elves in their lives
'Cause I like elves and so does Raid
See, all my life I've been friends with thugs
I never did judge cause my momma sold drugs
By the age of 5 I could hold a beer buzz
All I wanna do is
See, all my life I've been friends with thugs
I never did judge cause my momma sold drugs
By the age of 5 I could hold a beer buzz
All I wanna do is
moment arrive
They talk that crazy on the net like everybody gone die
But catch that boy by hisself you'll see the fear in his eyes
And then the panic in
to hazy brown?
When love is put to the test, it somehow weeds out the worse from best
Or maybe the best will pass you by, 'cause we're just
Sitting
Pipework, I lay it down for the hoes
Hit 'em off with that dark brown, you know?
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
to hazy brown?
When love is put to the test, it somehow weeds out the worse from best
Or maybe the best will pass you by, 'cause we're just
Sitting
Brown Tims
Used to live in a brownstone in Hyde Park
Let's be more specific
This girl had a brain kit like Bobby Fisher
Used to kick it with her
But I
you're breathing while brown, let the punishment fit the crime
Lady Good Hair - you're the kind that's easy on the eyes
Lady Good Hair- I don't see
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