Lyrics:
The only one that makes me stay
Kissing on the sky line
Feeling pretty fine now
Sippin' on the red wine
Love your pretty brown eyes
Laying on the rooftop
every devil has horns
Means red eyes and a pitchfork a
Some have brown hair and brown eyes
High heel shoes and a cute white smile
But deep behind that
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
a little Texas stray and all alone
It was long late in the evening when he rode into our camp
On a little old brown pony he called Shaw
In his brogan
of uh, said uh
Spanish castle magic
The clouds are really low
And they overflow with cotton candy
And battlegrounds red and brown
But it's all in
red dress on)
Outa dat o-zo-mobile!
(tell me what I say)
Hafta go ta tia-juana now!
(I don't have it)
He should go to brown moses,
Way down in
Oh once I had a little dog, his color it was brown
I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run
His legs they were fourteen yards long,
and blue
Red is turning into grey
the brown water flows away
Won't let you go, won't see you go
The ticket is for you to see the show
Know who you are, this
and have to do it three times
Like a charm, no harm
Little pigs on a farm
Bet you'd give your right leg to have my right arm
What's next, copy text
Little
straight from the underground
A young nigger got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color
Some police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
hangin'
Your head,cold kiss it goodbye
Stand up for your heritage,rejoice
In the fact
Whether you're red,white,tan
Yellow,brown or black
'Cause,He is
MAFIA, nuff said
Niggas disrespect just I dead
Just I dead
MC's will turn red from the shot I lick
Ceaser sick
Too much shagging, too much drinking
Too
the breadknife
Grandma wake up
And scene
Across the pond In a little town
Lived the short stout Bobby Brown
Cut his grass With a sharpened axe
Never paid a dime
staring in these brown eyes
At least I recognized
Though it hurts me to admit
I'm a perfect imperfection
With a heart of good intent
But it
It keeps
myself, did I hear him
Or am I too deep in my shame
Too deep in my blame
Blaming everyone that's not I
Happens all the time
When I'm staring in these brown
your brown eye
I feel free like a bird
During its first flight
Though I may tell a fib
I'll never tell a lie
I'll always be true
To my little sweety,
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
the Dude, Kurupt, 2
And James Brown with his fist crossed
I fluctuate the vocals like Prince Rogers
Whoever thought a billionaire come
Out of Compton?
the face but she need a little booty
I got a brown chick that used to sell that white
I told her if she go to jail then she failed at life
I met her
Soft skin, brown eyes
What you waiting for
You ain't on the depth chart
Shawty what you playing for
I said shawty what you playing for
Look, yeah
Aye,
submerged, by the pool of forever
(Yea, uh)
(Uh, Yea, Whoa, Yea)
Shawdy got backbone, uh
Bring that ass back home, yea
Turn around - back up
Ion need - back up
gave it to Mr. Brown
And Charlie got him a fiddle
Before the devil went down
Streets of gold
Ain't that red dirt clay
Leave some peaches in
[Intro: Icey Rock Craven]
Born in the basement of Bizzle*
Brought to life by Icey Rock and Tech N9ne
The many faces of madness
I bring to you,
April he joined the outfit here,
A little Texas stray and all alone.
'Twas long late in the evening he rode up to the herd
On a little old brown pony he
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