Lyrics:
As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles a lil' discotheque
Nestled in the ghettos of Niggaville, USA
Via Atlanta, Georgia a lil'
corn rows
Used to use the braids as maps
Now we got the GPS
Shout out Mrs. Gladys West
Went from slaves to owning masters
Ray Charles saw a vision
Akon
Mixing brown with the white my life sour and kush
My flight my nikes fright night wide eyes close as
The smoke rises careless when you realized all
my game like u runnin yo mouth
snagging the bag like Odell wit the browns
Hopped out the shop, constant heat brang by pounds
Rule of the century, get
She my dream girl like J Hud
Sugar spice and everything nice is what she's made of
Everything I dreamed of
Brown skin slim waist with a cute butt
shine when it rains Hard times got me feelin' daddy never did a thang But God chose and put me in a Rolls and Keeps my wrists frozen never brown nosin'
Charles in the zone no limits, I don't see you pussy niggas hoping that I fold never
Got hoes on my line on a whole other level, now praying for kind
With a custom made blade by hattori hanzo
This the god flow that'll make em die slow
Rain holy water I'm spitting out the gospel
I'm cocaine thru
Tommy Brown - bass guitar
Jonathan DuBose - guitars
Stefon Dubose - drums
Charles Ware Jr. - keyboards & organ
Phil Lassiter - horns and horns arrangement
on a mission that a tread me right through
When they see the vision they be scared and frightful
In the lab with a brown bottle like peroxide
Hyperbaric chamber
"The Yellow Rose of Texas" (1858)
Song & Chorus
Composed and arranged expressively for
Charles H. Brown
by J. K. [Joseph Philip Knight?]
1.
There's
Walter Scott, no gun in hand
Philando, Tamir, it never ends
Racist cops, no appeal
We all let Charles Kinsey down
Shot by cops while on the ground
From
Word to Uncle Charles, nigga I got the sack for real
Money, broads, lawyers cost a half a mil'
Fame change, the family loves the way it is
Fame
(John Hullah â?? Charles Kingsley)
Three fishers went sailing out into the west,
Out into the west as the sun went down,
Each thought on the woman
drugs run at how high reeds
Cue every memory at half-speeds
Just like....Charles, hold-me-downs
I'm-coming sounds
Cut crap, who's filling shoes like
An' we watched as Mother Nature shook the planet
An' cellular replaced the telephone
We lost Charlie Brown, Ray Charles an' Johnny Cash
We even lost
and Carrie underwood?
Yeah, or Zac Brown or Tim McGraw
And maybe we'll get to sing our song on the grand old Opry
Wow, oh yeah!
I got that country
Baby
Ima give you real good advice
If you think I need you
Rethink again girl it's best to think twice
I don't wanna see you
Ray Charles to the bull shit
Felsikolt - hú - Aretha és James Brown,
hisz együtt John és Paul!
Hallod, hogy 'Hey, Jud...
Judy, Judy, Jude...'
Ahogyan rég szólt:
'Judy,
PM bom.
Passa fome, metido a Charles Bronson.
Ele sabe o que eu desejo.
Sabe o que eu penso.
O dia tá chuvoso. O clima tá tenso.
Vários tentaram fugir,
Yo hoe on my dick she hit the Charlie Brown dancin'
Bitch I kill shit but don't call me Charles Manson
You can't kill me, you can't even understand
that I'll make all these bitches frown
Too legit she been the shit you know that all that dookie brown
I feel like they Ray Charles swear that they can't
trust ya
suckers tried to play the P like a fuckin clucker
when I'm the dopeman go ask your brother
ask st. charles hot to be bald
suckers want
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
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