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them hammers
In that new Jag wagon, with James Bond vagrant
Medina all - red; mira give me - head
Bad bitch, look like Eva Mendes
I'm a gangsta, general,
[Mistah F.A.B.]
Hey look I'm only in town for a night
And when I pull up man the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
say true, all I can say
Is all praise due I thank you god for a beauty like you
Brown skin lady
Yes
Where you goin
This goes to the brown skin
for justice
Ferguson, rest in peace Mike Brown
And all the young soldiers out there
God help us
Time to take a stand and save our future
Like we all
DJ Pimp, you really hooked it up on this one, man
You're the mack
When you hear the sound
All the bodies hit the ground
By the pound across town
When
and ran niggaz out of town
I ripped up mics, showin wack niggaz how to sound
Still your essence, was callin
By two gunshots, at close range, your frame had
riding through the town
All eyes on me now
I be riding through Seatown
Taking pics when I eat out
Girls ask me to freestyle
Neighbors hate it when I
dry
Well, his feet are bare, bare and dusty brown
And a hot wind blows over sacred ground
And a new day brekas
On the mountainside
Reaching out,
I'm not done {beat resumes}
Fuckin it up like this especially for the Brown
So orale suvale in the Brown side of town
Don't be shy bump that shit homey
brown that's fly shit
Another over your head line they y'all missed,
Keep my logic hustle while ya'll gossip,
Get money lets chill on some god shit,
Hey Yo, gettin high
New York is high
East Coast you get high
West Coast you get high
now my man named Sex he be high
Charles too he be high
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
Hippy proud
Y'all ain't used to the brand new sound
I might say fuck it and jump in the crowd
Lovin' it, Puffin' it, Pumpin' out clouds
Sippin' some
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
pop, bang, uh
KD how I pop, bang
Mind changed
All new lanes
Mouth smoke beats like it's crack cocaine
Or a blunt rolled loud in a all black range
Made
Benz)
Houses all over Texas (Texas)
Lightning gold Lexus (Lexus)
He had enough respect to dress this (dress this)
Expensive Tim suits
Girl wearing
like Chuck Close
I'm old school like Aztecs but new in other aspects
If you want sex with me be prepared for bad sex and slapstick
Even Chapstick won't
your ass and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches of weed all over my crib, him and moms relaxing
Next thing you know
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
Ya don't know who I am
Who you
Let me introduce myself
I'm King Nino
Nino Brizzy Brown
New York
Manhattan
Lower East Side
Killer Hill
Rutgers
brown
I got a date tonight with the Leader Of the Laundromat
(Dang it!)
When I finally got there, I told her it was all over between us. I'll
New York New York, big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
Hospital gown I lost it all now I'm bound to
Jerk it while I'm lurking and smirking sit, shit, hound poo
Found down in the brown town around you
Grounded in
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