Lyrics:
grounds my government name is Brown
All these questions make me quizzical and curious
To the point where I'm physically furious
Earning power by way
of playgrounds you can run, you can
Paint, color, read, learn, recess in the sun
And by the way, one day
One of your classmates might stroll
In with a gun
Shoot
to Antonie
My private chef
First we'll eat crablegs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for
The rest of the night
And if the time is right
I'll ask you
where we'd
Get it off the boat hit him with a 2
While that shit will still smoke
All my niggas demecrats
Even though they don’t vote
We be dealin with
Let's enter this jewelry shop
This reminds me of the days
Of dwelling with those
Who killed off the weak for
Fancy clothes and hoes too
Not opposed
Gas meter runnin' out
Electric cut off as well
Candles lightin' up the house
Lookin' in my momma's eyes I
See how she feels
The strain and the pain
But your quick to take a flick
By my side as you take my hand, givin' the fake smile
But I peeped you for awhile
Ease off selecta when the B.D.
staying home
Dementia and senility
My failing muscles atrophy
I've lost all ability,
Falling apart
Blue hair, brown teeth
Failing livers,
center for my own enjoyment
I checkin' out a girl that's fly
She's workin' at the mack make-up counter next to Best Buy
Waitin' by the elevator, tryna
shoutin' "You robber"
As we ran off with belongings (don't leave me)
Black Dunks like Insta logins (log in)
Bro still in the trap tryna get rid of brown
to shut us down
but I be quick to let off hella rounds
good to have them all in the ground
when the glock sounds
there still killin' going in the cold
you don't go
I oppose to posin' for photos
Showin' your teeth, but you look soft
This the NFL and y'all playin' Frisbee football
Get a kidney took off
barbecues, enjoying Sunday afternoons
Hippies in the parks all trippin' off shrooms
No drive bys its all about drive-ins
Hittin' skins in the back
of the fish
In the belly of the ships, sailing off hands bound
Gagged by the hell hound, whipped shackled and drowned
We were lost, now we found, we were
Learn and listen
Got you spinning off my shine
Like the Earth in the Sun’s distance
Dilated Agents, we the greatest, ‘Cali-hop’
All-stars, true
nigga, straight on the fourth
Off an eight, got a nigga late to the awards
The trunk in the front, the motor in the back
To everybody who doubted me,
I feel like I should warn you, caution and inform you
Body is all black and blue, face a deathly greyish hue
Workin’ on a quart of brown, one turned
the crew be all that
Hey yo, hickory dickory dock I'm under the Brooklyn block yes
Who's the next to testify and try and penetrate the vest
Diggatie do re
in the back of my mind I still know
I still got a job to do, for real yo
Give thanks for the meal, it's time to peel though
Lick 'em off, soon be
Alright, you bitches
So I have to come give you bitches
This push, bitch, by Fantasia, bitch
This is a push, bitch, you know what?
I know they ain't
a ditch
All I need is a few pounds and a mound
I can pitch
Got a diva, got divas
Chocolate brown and she thick
Went to town with her lips
Southbound
called the ocean breeze
His face is kind as it is creased
From tossin' nets off an old boat bow
But all Jamal is a mariners son
Will tell you where
Pick yourself up by the boots
Get your tires on the streets
Let that burning rubber sweep that boy up off his feet
Driving down some dirt road is
chop off your braids and cut
You all and exhibit knowledge
Big up to my high schools
And all the college heads
From lowlands to the beaches and hills
For
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