Lyrics:
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
Da daduh da daduh da
Da daduh da daduh da
Ya' self love ya' self love
I was a nappy headed kid
Running around the crib
Momma told me girl
Ya' gotta
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
with your stuff
And poop brown is the color of their funky old trucks
It's the color of the nose of my nappy headed mutt
Right after he's been sniffin'
skin
And that struck a type of fear in me that I've been holding till this day
So everything that I've done up to the point of this album has been
A lot
P
Know the devil trynna kill me
The world is mine
Looking at you from a cloud
Smoking that gas by that pound
Love my women brown
Nappy hair under her
shermhead
And no-one can tell me any different he's
My fucking favorite ever
I love him so much he's a shermhead
I produced a song off his first album
I
guarantees
We counting receipts don't fuck with the beast
Nah
They don't like me cause my hair is nappy
Keep your head up hanging round by them alleys
Street
six different strands
would lock together locked forever
rockin leathery wood told you chicken and cris go good
with some watermelon albums sellin
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
Yeah, I pray i pray a lot
Because I'm a nigga that's
Always in a situation
And I need someone's help
And ain't no human that can help me
I swear down
the same
And by 1998 we still had game.
[verse 3]
Only a pawn in the game
Chastised for namin names
What was said and who said it
Anti nothing so forget it
me though
Every shade is different y'all don't see the difference
Shoot your hate at me that is your disease
Cope wit ever drink brown and hennessy
(performed by jackson browne and bonnie raitt on the pete seeger tribute album where have all the flowers gone;1998)
Jackson:
When I was a young man
to your city
619 909 homies tell me 'Are you with Me'
Bumping Lake Side with the Brown Bride through these city streets
With phat ass rides and homies
still ended up
By havin' no names
Since "Rebel Without a Pause
" the beats were never the same
And by 1998, we still had game, we rocked on
(Rockin' on,
Keep the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off early
Then I dap out, so
push they blow out
A slicker nigga pig, dig me picking my fucking 'fro out
Limping up the one tree fives
The p-jects
The eject these herbs
That's word
you'd feel'
What if I was go'n forever''
No more chocolate kisses,
No nappy dugout ever,
No mamma,no daughter,no sister,no
No sister friends
Tell me
that follow me
Back to the Soul Shack with packs of rap colonies
Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach
Offender want to go like
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
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