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(Tu fai finta-fai finta)
Call me James Brown
(Tu fai finta-fai finta)
Io so' Manny Pacqui-ao
(Tu fai finta-fai finta)
King without a crown
(Tu fai
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Not really harry's voice:
Ecuas-nzbe?
Thing-fish:
Whiff it, boy! whiff
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
for trouble
We ain't lookin' for trouble
Cruisin' down the boulevard
It was a nice night for a ride in the car
I said, I spy Johnny on the side
[Verso 2: Funkero]
Hey ho lets go, freak show
High definition
Cartel High tech, punk rap, pole position
Lamacity, Manguetown, i feel good, James Brown
Te
tryin' to freeload
I'm about to conquer
Then dethrone
Become the head honcho
Supremo, capo, Nino
Brown
Surrounded by my partners and amigos
Dollar Sign,
Johnny won't ya play me a fiddle tune gimme them happy feet
Get me walkin around on the ceilin and jigglin in my seat
Dance me a couple of Buster
on a different page
I'ma buy you a mockingbird
I'ma buy you all the diamond chains
We might go to Ice Box
We might check out Johnny Dang
Anything for you
the cannolis it's Christmas time
I bought the Kobes for the little homies
Pictures with the jockey in
The winner's circle
Triple crown on, all brown on
Suddenly
the blessings
Nuff talents
Light, love and fam that stays true to me
Got vocab like TI
Indubitably
Brown skin poppin, jeans fittin just right
Hit that pop lock,
mine
Big booty with some brown hair and some lipstick
Ouuu my shorty hella fine
Nigga rob from me he got shot up in his fucking leg
Now he walkin' just
Slatt
Ots
Member black n brown told me our whole life is like a movie
And the only nigga had loud on 17 was Dukie
Slatt Slime
Ima south Apopka
Johnny Dang
Baby punjabi her last name is Singh
Strip down your mufuckin lengha
I go two brown bitches its a dilemma
Pretty ho writing my name in henna
left and right
Like NOVA freshman with Natty
Suburban royalty, it's 202 Downton Abbey, uhuh!
Brown hair brown eyes, cum on her face, hazelnut
She licked
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
and I want a lot"
Shirley fainted dead on the spot
Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot
Oh shit!
Egyptian, brown skin brown suede
and I want a lot"
Shirley fainted dead on the spot
Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot
Oh shit!
Egyptian, brown skin brown suede
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
above the competition, cause they're so below me
Kinda like what a Geneva watch, is to a Rolly
And I know King Johnny, the real King Johnny
Those
[GOD] Pitch Black nigga
[Foxy Brown] Brooklyn Stand up, young, prim what up baby, pitch black motherfucker
[GOD] Lil homie where you at
[Foxy
my dog off the rip
Talking brown bag, paper tag off the rip
Shawty came through, bent it over off the rip
Dope boy bag, popping tags off the rip
get top, then it's bye bye
You smokin' on low, boy, you're not high
I keep spinach, like Popeye
Brown bag full of cash, no white rice
All the cash out
Just come outside for the night (yeah)
Take your time, get your light (yeah)
Johnny Dang, huh-uh
I been out geekin'
Bitch
Fein', fein', fein',
Johnny, Uncle Bob and Freddie
(Uncle Bob, Uncle Bob, hey)
I'd listen to my tapes
Between sugar and cartoon breaks
And if I was hurting, uh
That was
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