Lyrics:
I go by the name of Chuck
A lot of y'all know me a Colorful Chuck
but lets just get into it
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
My name is Chuck, Colorful Chuck
Came
and vaudefillian famous
For singing "Swannee"
Written with words by Irving Ceasar
And music by Ira
Gershwin in 1919 became a big hit for
Jolson in 1920 and was
to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch
I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
Trapped at first glance
I did a double take
A victim without a chance
Pulled in by the bait
When I caught the fishnet
Black pantyhose
Big
never had to do since we were 14
Watch some porn on that big 9.7 inch screen
Three holes where we opened up safaris
And up there at the top, it's like we
The woman on top of the woman is a lesbian
But the Ruby on top of woman it's a stylin' fashion
Stylin' fashion, it's a stylin' fashion
Give me a big
named Vivian
Brown-skinned cinnamon, playin' and pimpin' men
Swimmin' in Benjamins
Body like a Buick bumpin', jumpin' and jigglin'
Butt look like big lips
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
Inn (OT)
Well, nah, if the gyal that I'm with's got ID
I'm more time sendin' her in (woosh)
Blue plastic bag full of munchies
Couple brown Rizzlas,
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the place of life.
She believes that people are lice
who eat her, so she bites first her
thirst increases year by year and by the time
the sheen has
Hydro indo (buddha!)
Hah cocoa yo ya ya yo!
I need some brown weed (lady) all day
I need some brown weed (jenny)
I need some cut (lady lady)
come down ruffneck like this now seen?
Mad Lion hold tight
[Chorus]
Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a hoe
Any man that drop the lyric what we
breasts,
flat stomach, big bootie, bow legged thighs, runnin track legs,
and stay fly from her toes to her hair
plus I know that she loves me, been with me
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
A year done went by, her daughter just turned one (Lord)
And she's still dependent on her mom
Big brother in the streets, he went and bought him a gun
Nobody got you. While biggest brother's watching bigger brother watching big brother watch you. Nothing says circus fun quite like nuclear holocaust over
Watching big brother watch you
Nothing says circus fun quite
Like nuclear holocaust over
Breakfast on the terrace hash
Browns and peril
Old ironsides or good
took my car
Started tellin' her friends she gon' be a star
I don't know but I been told
A big legged woman ain't got no soul
Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah
don't know, but I've been told
A big-legged woman ain't got no soul
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh
All I ask for, all I
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
She looks like she got it all together
Baby girl can we be together
She my woman crush on a Wednesday , smiley face
Girl , come here, know your place
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