Lyrics:
behind me
Young, rich, and in the sticks tryna find peace
I ain't get high and I ain't sell dope
People ask, "Why?" I did it for my folks
Wanna slice
man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown
Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef then you'll get
realized that I did not want to fall
But when you're on the way down
No one's there to make a sound
It's kinda peaceful, I guess
But by the time you hit
interested she said
(oh I apologies)
I looked deep into her dark brown eyes
I said you ignored me for months on end
Now all of a sudden you wanna be my
or who you found
You best to get to practice early for the shoot-around
Cause Bubba don't play, do them thangs you won't say
Be damned if I even pull my
gettin pussy every day of my life
It really didn't matter what the bitch look like
I remember one night, after the Sugar Ray fight
Wouldn't you believe it,
Wouldn't you believe it, Dogg like a retriever
I went up in this big fat bitch named Treva
She had a best friend with titties named Vanessa
She told me
shot now you're the one paying
Where you at like where you staying
In the tall grass I be preying
Uh where did it go behind the counter
With my dogs off
interested she said
(oh I apologize)
I looked deep into her dark brown eyes
I said you ignored me for months on end
Now all of a sudden you wanna be my
it be known, I'm not the one to step to
You're better off callin' D-Nice to your rescue
Freestyle fanatic, probably the best around
As for corny
homie Nigga do Back flip
Scar face mindset Nigga talking Mob shit
I got ajack my hands cause Nigga Did some ape shit
Fedz need a snitch You type of Nogga
waiting
For it to turn green, what you mean?
My soul is never for sale
My youngin' just did a twelve, he home
He ringing bells wish him well
Me and mines
volcanic microphone
Robotic tonic atonic
The microphone is mine so MC's panic
I get down for my ground
You could see I met James Brown in your town
Flipping
Charles can see that you were meant For me
And I was meant for you
Look what we went through.
All the hurt pain and anguish
And we still did maintain
Multiply by Conceptz
Songwriters: LeRoy Charles Brown III a.k.a. Short Fuze a.k.a. Fuze
Shaquille Keith Brown a.k.a.
can tell by the way I move
I'm a dancer, I'm a dancer
The phone ring
She don't answer
I know what you been thinking
You know I been drinking
Brown skin,
the Hubble like a mothership
Nah, we went from raised up kings and
Queens just like our mothers did
Allow me to do what I do best
Then while you rest on my
of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldn't stand another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
Turn on my V.C.R.
Same one I've had for years
James Brown
Brown y'all, yeah
[Guru]
To my man Brian B, I remember how you used to be
You were the flyest in the club with three bitches doin rub-a-dub
You was
able
To be blessed with a successful-ass independent-ass record label
Check it out, marbles (marbles), I got the game from my Uncle Saint Charles
And what you do? Shady shit, with your old dude
You said he was old news, you opened up old wounds
I got caught up, I did wrong by the one that was there for
All I hear is bullshit
I just hear a lot of blah blah
You hate it here today
But you'll love me by tomorrow
Thought we was for real baby can I get my
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
best the other way
Spider web
Spider web
Spider web
What Ray Charles said
In Ray Charles head
All I got's my spider web
Keepin' me alive
C'mon
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