Lyrics:
have fortune and fame
A mil' in the bank, chameleon paint turned cranberry
Now little Jermaine got the same story
As that boy out of St. Vincent-St.
by like "there he go"
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
Everbody on the streets
This a little thesis coming from me
When I throw up baguettes, sitting at the bar
Or smoking a little red life in my car
I
the breadknife
Grandma wake up
And scene
Across the pond In a little town
Lived the short stout Bobby Brown
Cut his grass With a sharpened axe
Never paid a dime
me twice if you wanna little brown
If you wanna get busy all you gotta do is ask
Cause I don't gotta crash at your place
Grab the keys when I'm done,
I don't need no one to slide Imma just do it by myself
Off of work I hear a siren know that boy gon' need some help
Wonder if they really got him
I don't need no one to slide
Imma just do it by myself
Off of work I hear a siren
Know that boy gon' need some help
Wonder if they really got him
impression
I can tell by your expression
You want me and you need me
Ain't begging your on knees yet
Gonna take much more than that to get with me tonight
theirs!
Yeah yeah, the world is yours
I was once that little boy
Terrified of the world
Now I'm on a world tour
I will give up everything
Even start
I know gangsters get lonely too
Boy, but ill be there for u I know gangsters get lonely too
Boy, but ill there for u (yah, Mister D, Southland)
I
let no one get you down.
Well im brown to da bone
cafe is da color of my skin.
The crazy knightowl is back once again
with another top rola.
I
[Knightowl]
Well I'm brown to the bone
Cafe is the color of my skin
The crazy knightowl is back once again
With another dope rola
I stop the car, I
I say what I say is what I mean
I talk mo shit than Muhammed Ali
In a situation about makin my green
First impression nigga back down
count (cant count)
Pop a little perc' while I'm tryna relapse (relapse)
Spin the block twice, nigga, that's a relap (relap)
Drac' in my pants, now I
theirs!
Yeah yeah, the world is yours
I was once that little boy
Terrified of the world
Now I'm on a world tour
I will give up everything
Even start
confuse the masses
By taking my outtakes and
Trying to repackage them
It’s never forgive action
You only get one chance to
Make a first impression
That’s
some little boy
I'm not 16 anymore
Why's this industry fronting
Like their scene don't need me anymore?
I will pepper man right out of their dreams
On the dancefloor, you had my guessin'
Serious first-time impression
I thought sex was all you wanted
It seemed to me you were trying to flaunt it
But maybe I made
and it would stunt your growth
I used to chip in with the other young folks
Back when it came in little brown envelopes
Remember the day my moms found
And pointed
And laughed
Mom just stared
Her face wet from the washcloth
Or tears
Shaking her head
Looking at the blood
On her breasts
And her little boy
Ireland needs a vision, an aisling
To move on from bacon and cabbage
Potatoes, leprechauns and jaysis Mrs Brown's Boys!
My Ireland is checking itself
After
people to count now
Sniffing the brown brown
Mountains of cocaine and gun powder
This AK-47 is God
These shells are individual angels of death
Guided by
to the brown James, he some chicken chow mein
Really mane, you done say some silly things
And the fella Dana Dane, boy, you cuffed, claimed a dame
Hey, my
could keep my cool
But this brown eyed girl and brown eyed boy
Time stood still and passed us by
'Cause baby I, I've been waiting for a little time
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