Lyrics:
to say
I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
Told you in the jam that we can get down
Now let's knock
Call me a bad boy, I turn bad for you
I'll swipe you a rari if you tell me you sorry
I know how to cook
And I fuck you so good
So who cares if I swipe me
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
rolled one back and got the workin' of a Gates
Dead Game, they jock my team, you could be by a freak
But watch my jeans, custom made Browny Brown and you
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
wanna call me but (we ah woman)
You know seh, more time, nobody can tell me seh I'm not a man by choice
You know what I mean? (Straight up)
Alright
down on my name
Boy that's really a shame
I gotta call up the gang
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Soda out my diet
Lookin good and never lying
No I never get high
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
A new obscenity laced rap video from the cousin of an unarmed man shit to death
by the L.A.P.D. appears to threaten the lives of police officers
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?
I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my
the fan, and that nigga be your man
And get caught red hand with a half a pelican
What do you do? Don't stall
Spring him and buy more
It's the code
that masterful thinker?
Good to see you again, since you and Ride were at the Grammys killin'
What's happenin'? Everything good, how the hell have you
could he be talkin' 'bout?
I been stayin' outta trouble, shit I bin on the couch
You were workin' on the album, I was listenin' now
Then Doug called,
Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
fiend's titty, huh
In every city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, knahmean?
I hit the scene niggas
or
Un-corrupt police at least "Come on Will
You gotta tell me!" I grabbed and
Shook him by the arm
The L train was leaving Bedford with 10
000 white
said baby girl you lost one
Feel the vibe, feel the flow
I prescribe, let it go
Feelin' so good that she could've ran for president
A senator, I'm into
fangers or we strangers, she landed
With that "I guess ima move on"
I felt very saddened light headed
But you know what how it is for a man like me
I'm
P, Talib Kweli, The Seven
Life of a brown guy
Travel 'round the would with the name of a Muslim man
Now there are some up- and some downsides
mansyn the only competition for shady...
Scramble
Man's sins is why competition is just Shady and I'm..
Never mind back to you
Like demons volleying brains
p
Lord by my side you'll see
I'll Cleveland Brown this beat but I'm still a family guy like Pete
Lean and bop when I step on street
Nike boy just
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