Lyrics:
Two little children, a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
driving by your house
Though I know you're not home
I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And those
driving by your house
Oh no, you're not home
And, well, I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And those
driving by your house
Though I know you're not home
I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And those
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
Two little children, a girl and a boy
Stood by an old church door
The little girls feet were as brown as the curls
That hung upon the dress that
of dirty, situation ugly but the lessons learned pretty
Grand folks by 30
Now surely, y'all ain't still talking about our slow tongue
Did ya' forget where yo'
Ye'ain't worthy of dirty, situation ugly but the lessons learned pretty,
Grand folks by 30
Now surely, y'all ain't still talking about our slow tongue
Did
gone now
It's sad really
Word is, she had Brown hair once
Little A Girl, keep your jeans Blue
Always stay Loving, A Girl
Always stay Loving
Birds,
brown or black we're still criminal priorities
1 little piggy grabbed a riot shield
2 little piggies gripped their guns
Then the whole gang went out
Most of you know of a story of a white girl - had a best friend
Her family - she loved them, but she couldn't tell them
About this little brown boy -
Two little children a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
Two little children a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
single
buying public have got in your greasy sweaty horrible... oooh! How is your stereo still spinning around and
that little needle bouncing up and down
a little cane
Raise a barrel of Sorghum,
To sweeten ol' Liza Jane.
Yonder comes that gal of mine,
How do you think I know
I know by that gingham gown,
I'm just a little brown kid big dreams in my heart
And I'm new to this game but I'm 'bout to leave a mark
I don't do this for the money, I appreciate
as convincing as a lady Bangkok boy
I ain't grown
Legs swinging off the thrown
But experience is shown
But you a little man
Likkle fucking fickle man
Break your
perspective inside of the image
And it's a gimmick if it
Man it's a gimmick
Kinda know what I'm sayin'?
Like that boy James Brown
Know what I'm sayin'?
Did
bitty little boy
Little critter gonna get a little bit of pitty points
Smoking joints though
My cousins and my sisters busy living in the city
Getting
and I ain't even talk yet
If I ain't a hot boy then pussy Nigga what you call that
You ain't got block boy then little Nigga just fall back
Rims stop wait
There's a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh, the snow's pure and white on the earth rich and brown
Just
Another Sunday
by your house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
Sunglasses
by your house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses
drivin' by your house
Though I know you're not at home
But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
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