Lyrics:
proud
Make the brown proud
Ever since Brown Crowd
Lil Rob gots his sound down
And I'm still down
Some things just don't change
Like crusin on Sundays
industry lock down
We still tote hammers that go blak-ow
Run up if you wanna, believe me dog
These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up
Have ya with
side
Better calm down, seeing stars like bedtime
Swing low, jab low, uppercut, elbow
For hit combo, followed by RKOs
Swing low, jab low, uppercut, elbow
to set me up one time
I left my car, came back, and my car wasn't right
I seen my door cracked open, and I lost my mind
Me and 'lil D was gon' rob her, but
that I'm
Slime, you could slatt, i wipe yo ass
Im conniving
I could know you and I'll still rob yo' ass
When them niggas robbed lil' Ben
I had to run
Yeah, yeah (word up, word up, word up)
Shut 'em down, shut 'em down (You know what we finna to do)
Yeah, yo, word up, yo
We takin' over the world
hear this shit
Drop it like its hot, get to workin' that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that
hear this shit
Drop it like its hot, get to workin' that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that
he feeling himself
Needa put that lil boy on a shelf
Talking all that shit through someone else
Nigga tripping go play with yourself
Oh by the way that
to ripping through your eyes, lil stompa died
Told his ass get in the house, stop trying to rob
Got me blocked, cause that nigga lame, and that lil' dude got
fucking phone
You're such a pussy go put on a condom
Don't you break a motherfucking table
Can't rap in Eminem voice
Get yo lil Russian ass back in
rob ya
I told you to be careful of your karma
Cuz what goes around come around like nascar
I'm the best nigga you had by far
I bright light to yo nights
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
what I want, bitch I just sing for it
Nigga try to rob me
My chopper gon' go dudu-duh
Pull off in my car, my car go skrt-skrt
I rather you talk about
No
Oh nah ay
Nah ay
Nah ay
Huh ah
Yeah
I know lil shotty be gone by the week
I'm out of distance I'm out of your reach
She said she for me I got
be call out, and rob your son and daughter
Lintballz in my pocket and yours is real lumby
Nah, Lay Down, gimme what you got G
Split the pie three ways,
don't)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come
For me to have some fun
I'm 'bout to peel back
don't)
But I, I'm feelin' good about myself
So I, I splurge a lil' hell
I think the time has come
For me to have some fun
I'm 'bout to peel back
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
that shit, you know I'm with (I'm with it)
Money, go and get (I get it)
Rob him for his brick (his brick)
Got your dog with you, know that is, it's
McDonald's fries
Everywhere I go I just walk in a cash out, Fucked a lil bitch off a perc, beat her back out
Mixed up the wock with a pill, I should blackout
Elvis Presley Blvd
I'm riding down Elvis Presley Blvd
Got the dog food, the soft nigga and the hard
You can tell them crackers they can go and get
Keep it moving on
Yeah Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on
outlaw nigga, shiet they took from us for 400 years
I'm about to get every god damn
It's your boy Lil B
A'yo Just Blaze come holla at me bro
It's your boy Lil B Red Flame Mixtape
This the intro
If you didn't get Blue Flame go
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