Lyrics:
sigh, and even cry
For sweet Georgia Brown.
I tell you just why
You know I don't lie.
It's been said
She knocks them dead
In any old town.
Since
sigh, and even cry
For sweet Georgia Brown.
I tell you just why
You know I don't lie.
It's been said
She knocks them dead
In any old town.
Since
No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown
Two left feet, oh so neat, has Sweet Georgia Brown
They all sigh and want to die for Sweet Georgia
No gal made has got a shade on sweet Georgia Brown, Two left feet but, Oh, so neat is sweet Georgia Brown; Fellas sigh and wanna die for sweet
sigh, and even cry
For sweet Georgia Brown.
I tell you just why
You know I don't lie.
It's been said
She knocks them dead
In any old town.
Since
sigh, and even cry
For sweet Georgia Brown
I tell you just why
You know I don't lie
It's been said
She knocks them dead
In any old town
Since she
ROCKIN` TONIGHT.
SWEET LORRAINE, SIOUX CITY SUE,
SWEET GEORGIA BROWN, CALDONIA TOO,
THEY`LL BE THERE JUMPIN` LIKE MAD.
HEY, SISTER, AIN`T YOU
talk whatever we could do that it's your dime)
(From harlem's from where I came, don't worry about my name,)
(Up on one-two-five they call me sweet
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don
that
Wanna make it to your heart
Pretty brown ting
And your sweet melanin I wanna greet yuh
Got me feeling nice wanna take you off the streets yuh
Show
End of October
The sleepy brown woods seem to
Nod down their heads to the Winter.
Yellows and grays
Paint the sad skies today
And I wonder when
on a
Microphone on the stage cold illin'
The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers deprivin'
on a
Microphone on the stage cold illin'
The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers deprivin'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
End of October
The sleepy brown woods
Seem to
Nod down their heads
To the Winter.
Yellows and grays
Paint the sad skies today
And I wonder
ass well built broad
She was in hard from a long way
So I'm finna go on swing shawty way
Just like the song say, 'cause I don't play
Miss lady built
on a
Microphone on the stage cold illin'
The knowledge I drop will be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers deprivin'
I know you hoes on a mission to steal my dick
But Pimp Chad ain't goin for the Georgia, bitch (Georgia, bitch!)
It wasn't nuttin when I saw ya
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
And, I don't how much longer that I can wait
So make her 5'5"
Big brown eyes and sweet like lemonade
O-o-o-oooh, ooooooh, ohhhhhhhh
I got that good
quicky quickly made
My other brother by the name of Patrick "Sleepy" Brown
Said that our +Noize+ is the type that you should keep around
They led me
Lorraine, Sioux City Sue,
Sweet Georgia Brown, Caledonia too,
They'll be there jumpin' like mad.
Hey, sister, ain't you glad.
We got the news,
There's
the brown, Kwame
I don't know why the hoe telling maybe cuz I fucked her in the lobby
All the labels tryna sell me but told em first they gotta' buy me
Dej
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