Lyrics:
by your house though
I know you're not home
I can see you
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And your sunglasses on,
little survivor
Like, her
Mommy called crazy and scorned
Cause she two more born
One boy soon after
The girl much later and
Although they
little survivor
Like, her
Mommy called crazy and scorned
Cause she two more born
One boy soon after
The girl much later and
Although they
Well, I left home just a week ago
And I'd never kissed a woman before
But Lola smiled and took me by the hand
And said little boy I'm gonna make you
ain't playing with them them boys
I'm go keep this fire burning and I ain't go let nobody take my Pride
My Pride
My Pride
This little light of mine
I'm
CHILD WATERS
I warn you all you ladies fair that do wear red and brown
That you don't leave your father's house to run with a boy from town
For here
'em brown, yellow
Puerto Rican or Haitian
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
Told you in the jam that we can get down
Now let's knock the boots
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
joy
At 13 fell in love with a boy
That boy's Clarence
Clarence is a felon
Little delinquent making money
Off the heroin
Got her addicted to the tar
Had
downtown to your brown
Oh little mama let me lick that ass
Down on the bayou in the sweet summer grass
Oh little mama let me lick that ass
Down on the bayou
I know gangsters get lonely too
Boy, but ill be there for u I know gangsters get lonely too
Boy, but ill there for u (yah, Mister D, Southland)
I
I gotta beat 'em
And by four I'm finna leave 'em
And at five I go repeat, I go repeat it
And I hit my dance like Juan but I'm brown Justin Bieber
blatantly lying
I'm outnumbered by the boys tryna steal my look
And I'm outnumbered by the girls in my phone book
And it's impressive I'm expressive while I'm
If I didn't ask for your opinion
I don't wanna hear it
You're a tone deaf
Middle-aged man
Sitting tight behind your brown desk
With your blue pens
all through my twenties
Just to prove I had the stuff
Then one day I met this brown eyed girl
She said to me boy you ain't so tough
She said that walk
the stuff
Then one day I met this brown eyed girl
She said to me boy you ain't that tough
She said that walk won't do it
That talk won't do it
And struttin in
SEXY BOY
Saw him last night in the parking lot
cnd I said to myself he is fine
He load his truck with 2X 4s
While his dog was by his side
Big brown
entertained
So you (you can) can throw my phone number away
And I'm (i'm not) not playing your sadistic game
So blonde hair, brown eyed boy I'm done
Being
They made haste in the brown sedan
They drove to 55 Secret Street
They made love and by the seventh wave
She knew she had a problem
She thought real
several times
And now I rise at the resurrection
A little bread a little wine, and it's
I am the joy of an innocent boy
I am the blessed overtones of
Those
only chance to make a worthy first impression
Hope they'll be so entranced with how I murder verse progressions
Mixed with beats so enhanced that
on my dresser
I got's to get paid, everyday, by the minute, by the second
Check it, I need to get to Houston
Need to get a Caddy sittin' on them deuce
Yonder comes that gal of mine how you think I know
Can tell by that Gingham gown hangin' down so low.
Bake them biscuits baby bake 'em good n' brown
When
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