Lyrics:
Man if you ain't 6 foot and above
Don't even think about sliding in my DMs
The fuck
Pretty thick tall bitch yeah I got it all
Got it all
Big stacks
My team full of shooters
We pull up in your town
We got it on our Jerseys
We gotta hold it down
You see the women with us
They sexy red and brown
Got
And did not stop
Even when he encountered
Some sizeable slop
(Oh no)
(Watch out Big Guy)
A ginormous man
A legendary snake
As they commence their battle
[Intro]
What's goin on world?
It's Pop Da Brown Hornet
Chillin wit Black, Blackstreet, Chauncey
This song is dedicated to, inspired by
Brother
No 10 notes if I'm on my Jack Jones
If I'm on my Jack Jones, yeah mi haffi smack him
Right foot, left foot make man crumble
Bands come quick make
feelin' gleerious
Baby, I'm just kickin' shit, don't take me serious
Chardonnay it cost four hundred, man I still pay it
Dropped the pill down the toilet
the nose make a dude's face splatter
And I'm a Uk Rapper
Fucking with Van then it's trouble in camp
Crush man's head with a double foot stamp
Above your
[Phonte talking]
(Uh) We gon' get it started, man
I'm feelin' so fresh tonight
Yes, yes, ya know, I'm seein' all the beautiful people
Everybody
I think I can speak for all men when I say
There's something exceptional, unique
About a woman
Your cold, big smile
Those pretty brown eyes
barn
We sunk thirty-foot posts deep in the land
Poured a gravel floor we leveled by hand
Two coats of brown paint and we were done
Our backs were sore
the slogan I live by
Only guarantee in life is one day you will die
And when that bell hums make sure you outta the slums
Big ballas shotcallas never take it
coming through the door
Is a man you know not to fuck with
Dark brown eyes you never seen him smile
If you did it was with your last breath
You can't knock
honey
I forget about everything every time I get around you
Girl it's like I got a one track mind all I wanna do
Is stare into those big brown eyes
It's
I felt alone
And I was zoning by myself
Many a nights I felt
That I could find
No help from no one else
Many a times while I was Grinding
Man I swear
[Joe Budden]
Okay Thugs...
It's...It's...It's (What?)
It's that on Top Music
[Chorus]
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
Had to open up Ya' Mouth
disease and negative
Read the book 'How to Eat to Live'
By Elijah Muhammad, it's a brown paperback
For anybody, either white or black
See how many
pissed like you wantin' to wreck
Run down, man down, ah man
Niggas drill holes with the tech
Boy better get your little ass some respect
Big timb boots
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for the big fight
You could say this one's a murder by
leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy
Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
up for all the town to see
That the man who puts his hand upon the hand of Hoddy Holly
Will feel the heavy hand of Big Dupree
But that dangerous
brown
Zone out, turn the lights off
Ant boogie, what up? Uh-huh
In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on
Listening to classic soul, with
a hit on yo mans cause you know how I'm coming and you know that my check Right
Just make sure you sponsor by geico or whatever cause yo know that that
It really don't matter to me
'Cause I'm green leafin'
Big chiefin'
I'm making my thang
To blaze
Who the lover to this game
And man I'm not ever gonna
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