Lyrics:
'Put yo TITTIES on the glass'
This is like a pick-up line:
'How you doin?
I was wonderin, could you put yo BIG FUCKIN TITTIES on the glass?'
'No, I don't
I'm just being honest
No need to give me your heart
I already stole it
All them designers and 5 star restaurants
Different trips to different islands
Police brutality
Typical life of a black man
They say that God made us all
We never asked to be brown skin
Now we praying asking God
Why is it so
harbour's at the ferry
John Brown things, they hang him in the rain
Babylon use they brain, cotton or cocaine
A rose by any other name
007 what I tell you
on the continent, it's here, it's everywhere
And this is, if you will, a war, an all out assault by
The sly fox, Cyclops, we locked in the idiot box
The video slots
(Chorus)
(Spoken)
Operators are standing by.
Give me a call, man.
Yeah, if the phone's busy, try again.
No, I don't wanna talk to Sonny.
I sure don't want
Mother, I am sorry, I never pick up
Mmm-mhm
Because I'm afraid to disappoint
Ooh, oh, no
Oh, no
And I've been feelin' like I don't matter how
man and his pirate friend
I woke up in vomit 'n beer in a banana bin
And a soft lass with brown skin
Bore me seven babies with snappin' black eyes
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, "Are you married ?" We'll say, "No man
But you can do the job when you're in town"
Later on, we'll
your stomach
Then i go 6 rounds with your woman
She think i'm Chris Brown tell her run it
You know what it is
No remote i'm controlling your chick
I have
Just living in the life of who?
A black man on a green land with a blue skyline
Don't tell me I'm color blind
I'm seeing system is hard to believe in
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
everything
Everything, because without them
Nothing makes sense
Oh brown eyed girl
The sun is shining
And it feels so fine
From dusk till dawn
We by
on me, nigga, ain't no pickin' on me
We veterans so it's better if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come
a snowman
We'll pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, are you married?
We'll say, no man
But you can do the job when you're in town
Later on, we'll
man and his pirate friend
I woke up in vomit 'n beer in a banana bin
And a soft lass with brown skin
Bore me seven babies with snappin' black eyes
the Mayans pyramids qatziquatL here it is chocolate gold out the bottle
Having fun like it ain't no tomorrow take a hit of that herb drown out your sorrows
approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard but still hardly rhyming
To all (rise and shine) give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine
sore sickness
Nor yet been sleeping with a man
Oh it is for you my father dear
Abiding so long in Spain
Cast off, cast off your berry brown gown
You
bullshit Dennis RodMan
I'm from where they flipping Madonnas
And loud wit the drama and Paparazzi come at your door
Tryna shoot pics
This hunger lay dormant
take a puff
Pass dat shit....Nigga
Hook:
In my culture we get down
I wouldn't change a thing
This is us
Our skin is golden and them brown
Hues are
The more that we get is
The less that you earn today
Don't trip or we bring morticians your way!
Okay!
Said she got lotta baggage
Fine with me, ain't no
a snowman
And pretend that he is parson brown
He'll say, "Are you married?" We'll say, "No, man
But you can do the job when you're in town"
Later on we'll
the East Coast, a few in the West
Down-South to Mid-W, whattup to the rest
Can't forget about the ghetto where they strugglin' in debt
No matter what I do
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