Lyrics:
the jackulator
Ill fanatic, leave em con beat and battered
They all look at are, another hip hop star
Brown Hornet, I got MCs cornered like a rat
I hit
(Poison) Yeah fellas, that was another dope one
You know what I'm sayin', Mike?
Yeah, B.B.D. In full effect
Yo', wassup to Ralph T and Johnny G
And I
slim
Call it Missy i got that Bobby Brown
But I ran out of Whitney
Still got some Brittney, got a lot of Lindsey
Citgo on 48, come get this Julius Erving
timers give thanks
Niggas like Barkley's
Luke arm and Hank brought their kids
Water guns spraying off in the Bridge
At the Johnny pump everybody having
Beethoven, Bach, and Brahms
I want some James Brown
Even Bruce, Brian, Bono, Beck, yeah
Chuck Berry prince, Stevie, Sly, Smokey
Johnny Cash in my Chevy
Heard
gone
Where is the flame that once was burning
Deep inside your soft brown eyes?
Where is the soul that once was yearning
For peace but not for
those leather boots
That's why she only grooves on fruits
And Johnny's glum, he's got no one
He's no fun, no fun
Kenny's tough
He's had enough
Of watching
feet
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,
The purple and yellow But first, I gotta
(Poison) Yeah fellas, that was another dope one
You know what I'm sayin', Mike?
Yeah, B.B.D. In full effect
Yo', wassup to Ralph T and Johnny G
And I
the Tropicana Tanning Salon
And in the charity shop
Mrs Brown sits at the counter pricing down some old stock
The Moon's A Balloon, two copies of Every Loser
Never get enough
You can have yours with sweet and low
You might even have the blues to go
One shot Johnny
Got a dog on a rope
Goin' from
With Dark skin chicks with brown eyes with some thick thighs,
Johnny Gill in a pair of hells im saying my my,
Go down on that foxy brown have you sayin
(Get em, it's Boomin') Feel like I'm Brown, na-na-na, she dropping it down
See we hold our grounds
I'm the talk of the town
It take too long before
Rat tail esh want smoke just spike his bud
Take Kevin's bitch pm her like Rudd
I'm brown like chocolate, you fucks say mud
Speak on my name get
Brown
Y te quiero ver bailar así (shake your money maker, sugar)
Y es que eres tan sensual que me vuelves sexista
Y pierdo mi mascara social
Te asustas
down town
Vivo nell'inferno di dan brown
Sgabello rotto Cleveland brown
Poi 10 passi e lucky sound
E con la fresca in tasca
passo da Susa Fino in
Drip taste like
Sugar brown
Drippin
Drippin
Drippin
Drippin
Sauce all
On da ground
All my friends
Are down
In Houston
With me
Right now
59 to 45
missing
I get the role mother fuck a audition
Fuck it
Yea I'm about to go missing
I'm Bobby Brown and this shit New Edition
Bitch I'm solo
Alright boom, Ima
fostered
On the training grounds we built the game around while gettin’ gamed around
Brown Kid Crew, clenched fists, but where they aimin’ now?
They can’t
(bitch)
And her pussy lips gripping on my brown thing
VVS on my neck, yeah, from Johnny Dang (ice)
I got a thing for them big booty white hoes
Got a thing
for more.
So hop in baby and you'll understand
Why I love playin' drums in a roadhouse band
Black, yellow, white and brown dance the night away
This
Watch This
Watch This
Run It Up
You ain't kin to me
Gotta check your energy (Aye)
Brown like Hennessy
And your nigga feelin' me
My mama raised me
So
what's rhymes with Piranha Johnny Danny Julius
Vonna about to get cut throat slit with my katana I'm going to
Work on this bitch like I'm Rihanna I'm
This is for that girl just a lil over 5’5
Brown eyes pretty smile make u wanna stare a while presence in the room made u wanna slow it down make u
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