Lyrics:
a home
Never had a family he never went to college and he never set foot inside a big city
Yes here was a man
Though he never did one on the things
the realest
By the time I take a shot they don't see it
Got bars like unlimited ammo
Reload the mag then I shoot like I'm Sancho
Imma young brown boy with a big
of passengers that's pretty big
And they'll all want a lift to Brown's Hotel,
'Cause lots of them been traveling for quite a spell
All the way from
can be sent by god man
But I'm a bad boy
Young and living like a landlord
All the girls that de miss me go de vex now
When they hear about the one that
that's the way
And that's what's up
Need money in my mind for sure
Nappy-headed before I had the 'fro
Puffin' on purple heads, I move slow
Niggas out here
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
Yeah mane, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song, man
Like a damn rapper
Ah man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn
In '09,
with her feet in the hall
She'll give you a slap when you need a pinch
Weighs more by the foot than she does by the inch
She's a real beauty
A real cutie
bitches out there but I grow weed plants
So every time I hit the blunt
It's like I'm hitting that ass
And I'm Shaggy, throwing heads in the air by
I know you see insecurities as God's big mistake
You put filters for the things you wishing you can change
You always posting pictures for
chips this the bird man b**ch
[Chorus]
[Foxy Brown]
BK I throw it up
Free stay manoloed up
Cris air canary
All these niggas hear me
Lou
Stalked by the fury of John Brown's eyes
And still the storm hasn't cleared
Despite the mileage, sometimes I look back
A nostalgia begins to take hold
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was
and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was
to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides
Each foot cost a monkey would you ever risk your life for it
The things i do for money you won't do to save your life
I'm putting money in my wallet
?"
Dey took John Henry to de graveyard
An' dey buried him in de san'
An' every locomotive come roarin' by
Says, "Dere lays a steel-drivin' man
Lawd,
to hear the profound brown vomiter
Absorb the sonic energy manifestin' through your monitor
The livin proof, I make the truth sound clear
Mr. Man, in
you but at the same time it is you
Jus kick back let me just
Uh
Light brown, pretty toes what's your background
Foreplay, upstairs by the hallway
Long
Gettin' a big house for my mama and a fish tank with piranhas
On a PJ in pajamas, fell asleep, countin' too much money
I'm talkin' 'bout rack, after rack,
Sippin the Henny, it’s beige not brown
I copped a pack, smoke loud by the pound
We hit the town, and we get it shut down
Spin the ol’ block while I’m
a man's world
This is a man's world
This is a man's world
I'm gifted check out my rhymes are unlimited
Universally accepted by all residents
Over sudden my
dead on bullets and shells
My people dwells to Uptown
Where the shit goes down
Shot callers and big ballers, mothers know
And do-do brown, Beats By
hard
Please, get up and take brown tip punk
'Cause you might get dumped
Your producers are bitin', your gettin' paid but your lame
And no two songs
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