Lyrics:
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
Good stuff!
Now, what can I say? You lot... you lot want to know a little story, something sort of about the time we were
making this Powerslave album
to the head
And Clips you condone this shit?
We was supposed to be like brothers
We made this carter look good
We was holding down each other
You let another
gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk
like you
Good look champion, win the title
True, many man try invite you
Shot down lyric each time they cyph you
Jewel, what man you get all insides you
gonna lie
I may check a little female from time to time on the side
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
But what man don't?
So how can I break this down
careful that you don't run into nobody (D-P-G for life)
Put all them Yaks down and them chronic joints and thangs (D-P-G, D-P-G)
And go on, make it home
an ampersand
I got this shit down
You still wanna flip brown
I just wanna spit now
Just wanna get the king's crown
You man moving forward with a limp go get
of April. Good stuff! Anyway, by the way I've gotta go,
so look, if I don't see you in the spring which ain't too far away right, I'll see you in a mattress!
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
love with it quick
Started writing' some really bad rhymes
That I thought were really, really clever with my friends
Quincy Brown, Scott Brown, AJ
you from your head to your toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I
you smokas
Ma ma ma ma make crack like this
Masta P
Ghetto Dope No Limit Records
(Ma ma ma make crack like this)
Part of the Tobacco
{Jagged Edge:}
Baby, you you..
[Chorus: Jagged Edge]
If it's so good, why you kick it like that
You be calling me when your man's in the back
When
of the Brown is sounding good to my ear
We are getting down so you might as well admit it
And if you're talkin shit then you might as well quit it
The Mexican
dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss
Yo I know
You there man, pick up!! Shit, get back to me man, beep me, peace
Mary, Maary, Mary, Mary, yo yo Mary, yo Mary,
Yo Mar-Mary, Mary, It's
you from your head to your toes
And I wanna, move from the bed down to the, down to the, to the flo'
Then I wanna, "Ahh ahh," you make it so good I
Man fuck it I'm telling you nigga
don't tripIt's gonna be all good man
It's gonna be all good hey
[C-Bo]
Can't take my back is ill tack what I know sky
me, the whole pop world, you know
This is a phat beat, by the way
And I'm talkin' P-H phat
Thank you to, uh, DJ Lethal for this phat beat
Did you
you slippin' and slidin'
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it
You see me at the bottom
Now you know I'm up next
Life was never easy
I've been through enough stress
Blinded by the vision all I want is success
really good I need ta get on this album
I can't be late man what you mean
(I can't, I mean I turned the album in Cas
What you really want me ta do)
Nah
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