Lyrics:
revoir, yeah, now I'm up outta here
Pigs look me up and down with a frown
Is it because I'm brown or is it because I'm from Bucktown?
(Bucktown) home
an R6 and a motorbike jacket to
Make sure I minimise any injuries
Yo, come follow me
I make money but I don’t work in the mint
Brown, purple, pink
'Cause
allegories
Little kid captivated by so many stories
Even when he's aggravated he just steals your worries
Okay
God could you show me how to take all they pain
Can’t be recreated
Beautiful black skin brown sugar to Molasses
Jealous cuz they can’t have it
Without us they can’t imagine uh
Beautiful black child
With
like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound
You flop,
How you gon live
Due to choices
Don't be living scared
Living dead
Been busy baking bread
No don't mistake me for a lil bitch who be sitting scared
I
of pounds
Oscar hogging she get off these plays I call her penny proud
Haagan Daz my pretty brown
My bae if she can flip count
Crossing off my ex's flex my
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Soul reaper (soul reaper)
I'm his number 1 call me Ichigo
Dark skin slim fit
Nappy headed rasta
A Queen but I'm underestimated
Like Asta
By the men that
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
the contradiction
Between America's reality and perhaps her
Selective vision of herself
Corruption just refers to fraudulent
Conduct by the powerful, which is
that's in prison
Even though if he ain't innocent, love is letting go
Love is staying with me when I'm low
Love is god, love is faith, fall in love with
People didn't want to hear the old rap sound
We started samplin' beats by James Brown
In the middle of doin' "My Philosophy"
Scott was killed and that
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
through the exhibits see
Evidence that you did it
It's evident you a star
Misses ebony brown your body really the kingdom your fro is really a crown
no repentance
It can't be forgiven
Performed in a grave yard
I brought em back to livin'
Will they ever give me mine?
It's just a test of time (Cold
conjunction with Violator Entertainment
Bring to you, Foxy Brown
The album
"What the hell do you think I'm runnin' here, a chicken coop?"
Foxy,
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
was scared to put this out lowkey
'Til a nigga who ain't had hoes tried to ho me
He told me y'all wouldn't want an album full of love songs
Why? When
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