Lyrics:
these big ol dreams
I Want to live to be a man
And not gunned down by the police on my own damn street
Take a look into my brown eyes
Brown eyes
Brown
wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em)
I got that paper bag full of paper
Bag full of kush
Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots
What's
the bricks flipping
Jewels dripping
The margarita sipping - description
Nappy blowouts shaped up, brown-skinned
And ask the hood rats about my
Dick
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
boy)
All flavors, but it just depend on when and where I am at (don't get me) (big boy)
Don't get me wrong man, now, Murphy Lee ain't dumb man (big
(Say what? Say what?) I'm a bad, bad man
Quick is how I flip from the tip of the lip
Punchin' out hits like Gladys Knight and The Pips
The Five-Foot
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
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
brown nose)
There's rich uncle Bob, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
You get stopped by the man, I say now what you gonna
One, two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
Ya know what I'm sayin? We in effect
Mo like
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
MOTORMOUTH
Once upon a time
Girl i was just like you
Never let my extra large
Largesse shine through
Hair was brown and nappy
Never had no fun
I hid
brown deso yow a chat it like bagga brown him deh pon the banga phone
Bobo by a brand new benz weh a teleport and him a just twentyfour
Big mansion with e
Yeah yeah, what
Who want it yeah yeah kid
One, two uh
Brooklyn, brooklyn, big borough with t
But everything in ain't always what it seems
You might get
the city, let a bitch know
Red bottoms all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I'm Big Mike
Jabar home, going on his fifth Rolls Royce
limpin'
But back back to the nitty gritty
Bout this nigga slippin' in my fuckin' city
By the time that he realized that he fucked up
The stupid
people on trial
Because of these actions, the white mans kiddnappin’ us
Takin’ us by force, with little to no remorse
Sounds like the 18th century sales
so real got no time for conscious views
Misguided mistreated misunderstood If I'm dripped in gold
I'm the man in the hood big balling big pumping
chest, nappy chin
Never seen with a happy grin
Show the fat foul cause I'm down
Take a look around
And all you see is big black boots steppin'
Use my
to new heights
By a brown man
Incandescent light
Was invented to give sight
By the white man
We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic
wrong mix
How brown suga use fi sweeten Horlicks
Big Sunday yuh man a nyam cheese chix
Monday yuh pull a craft like politics
Run call man bout dinner
This is JSAV Production
Big 9
I walk in the room
I walk in the room and bright it up, they got they cameras flashing
Big 9 been a goat, not
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
nappy and too harsh
Strike 3, you can never be better than us
You ain't American, you're just another black man in America
Alone he stands this man from
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