Lyrics:
to hear the profound brown vomiter
Absorb the sonic energy manifestin' through your monitor
The livin proof, I make the truth sound clear
Mr. Man, in
want it quick
No need for toxicness only makes me spit
I want that good love that rolls right off the lip
I need some brown
Some brown sugar
A little
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks
Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends
ladies, Brown Louboutin
Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform
Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's 'cause
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
(snoopy -woof!)
(boys-boom!)
you're a good man Charlie Brown
and we know you will go very far
yes, it's hard to believe almost fright'ning to conceive
My father beat me
He's old fashioned
Gets today's kids
Heads a' scratchin'
But time goes on
He's neither right
Nor wrong
All I knows
I love my Mrs
right......
Hook #2
Murder...
The way you’re teasing me...
Boy is murder...
The way you’re playing with my heart..
It’s murder...
Oh mr brown skin..
Somebody
Now brown will have a dollar
You can see it in her hands
To fish for herself boys
And six fish for her man
Now brown will love you
Treat you right
That
Man check this shit out, we was up in Chicago right?
With my nigga Big Hamp, and the nigga pass me a blunt man
Like smoke this shit nigga this some
Man check this shit out, we was up in Chicago right?
With my nigga Big Hamp, and the nigga pass me a blunt man
Like smoke this shit nigga this some
(ooh)
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Feds hit the spot say I'm coppin' from informants (feds)
friends I ain't leaving alone
Baby girl you can home with Mr. C'mon
Ain't nuttin better than Chevy dat right.
Two sumn tryin to do sumn baby got a load
look at this! I got it right over her
Ere! see it? my big, brown, briefcase! my briefcase! it's big, harry! it's full of business papers...from my
ate a kiss
Tell me tell you a story about a girl in eighth grade
Thought she rocking with your young man's fade
But she said all brown boys are nerds
at it
And down fell the brown waterfall
Twenty dollars, said Mrs. Sofroni, lifting the hair to feel its weight
Give it to me quick, said Della
Oh,
to fend for himself or by his own
Mr drug dealer
it's 1995, now that he's older stress weighs on his shoulders
Heavy as boulders, but he hides it
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Yea, that's right
It's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither
This is real shit
This shit come on right after Hart to Hart y'all
No doubt, 7 o'clock
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
Mr. Officer-
Stepping on a black tile,
Another number.
Turn my whole day sour,
I can’t breathe.
Feel like ripping my name out,
I’m a cumber.
Just
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