Lyrics:
And I'll tell you
That my father's to blame
My thoughts are decaying
Cos I'm a druggie
Ray Charles
To how often we talk
About arson
In parts
"Brown Brown Brown"
Down to da "Brown Brown Brown"
Down to da "Brown Brown Brown"
[Kardinal Offishall]
Yo, each and every day my crew gets better
You pull
Rodeo
Written By: Jessica Clarke
Intro:
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da dada da dada da da
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da
ocean
So you know I'm sliding in
I want that brown sugar loving all of the spices
You can't keep promises
But begging me to fall in love again
Thought we
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you
So I just call her Miss. Brown Eyes, Miss. Brown Eyes
Next day I was walking on the FL
Could this wanna see her pass me by
Not this time I gotta
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
was sure to go"
"The Distinguished Flying Cross upon Colonel Charles A. Lindberg"
"Panicked investors ordered their brokers to sell at whatever
the side street movin' single file
She say...
That's where I'll hold you, sleeping like a child
Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa,
What up Charles? Hey baby
Hey Baby
Girl I been missin' you like crazy
Miss you too
These fools 'bout to make me lose my mind
I don't think I can do
man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown
Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef then you'll get
nigga
My team smoking that green
If you ain't seen me then you must be a lame, nigga
And I'll give you three shots hold this heat down
Shorty pussy so
but so clever
When I write rhymes on brown bags and in shower steam
Me and Paul are the power team
We'll leave you deflowered with a mouth full of sour
y'all feel
When you niggas play sick we can all get ill
Fox Brown (what the deal?)
Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you better)
Sleeps
man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown
Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef then you'll get
to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks
That can give a dick a bad sickness
Yo, yo! Yo son
all the problems
When I do I'll make sure that you straight
You gave me yo heart so I'll do the same
I know right now times getting rough
But I'm really
have change
It's still the same
We all need a minute to get away
So let it go, and feel the flow
If you've got soul, let the world know
We're
Beautifully brown areolas
Beautifully brown tiddies
Whether you be the ittie bittie tittie committee
Or enough meat to fill them over the boulder shoulder
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
the estrogens the darker texture you are the more intellectual
You are so professional our little purple star
Too good for earth you are (I miss you)
(Now I'm
Then I got the late night call
'I really miss you after all,
I had a fling and that is all,
A stupid fling and hit the wall,
So take me, take me,
degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick
Got me gradually gettin' chips
All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison
If you can push it, I'll give you points from
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