Lyrics:
a philostopher 'n see what he says!
Greggery stops at a gas station
And makes a mysterious phone
Is this the old loft
With the paint peelin' off it
By
sad man
Next thing Snappin' my phone tryna add man
Brown and boujee like that too bad man
Runnin' from the boys in blue all I hear is Nino, Nino
fame e anulova po kane
Dokna smut si me flame po rri kame permi kame
Nino Brown un jom qai qysh u bona kaq fly? Ay
Whats goin on man it's yo nigga Múizz
tryin' to
Duplicate but their comin'
Out synthetic
The name is Bootie Brown and phony M.C.'s forget it
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
the world
That is destined to die
When I look at the world it fills me with sorrow
Little children today really suffer tomorrow
Oh what a shame, what
the city's far from home
Put it behind, turn round your mind and you will find, you'll smile Pretty Brown
Pretty Brown your a song that I can't keep from
reach the senses
It kinda senseless to not see
What the sense is in
Why we spend these $100's, $50's & $20's
On trees growing for centuries
Make you can't
tryin' to
Duplicate but their comin'
Out synthetic
The name is Bootie Brown and phony M.C.'s forget it
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome
And see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem
For all the haters is regulated
Some do it illegal, others
infer beams
You know what I mean
Fully automatic things light up the scene
And break ham like Carl Lewis
Nothin but gun smoke is all ya smell
Niggaz lying
what? It's the Biggitty Brown in the back
With a brand new funky track
What's up, kid?
You want some NyQuil?
Or you're just mad
'Cause your whole crew
But like Nino Brown
I wasn't born with a
Silver spoon my mouth
It was a struggle time
For a child between 7 and 9
I did what I had to do
In order
Nah aye free HunnidBall, aye on god
We finna run it back like we used to right here though
New Jack like I'm Nino Brown
Them haters on the sidelines
what it is, it was what it was
'Fore the rap game, I was sellin' drugs
And either way, I'm six figures before my first record
All-star, y'all gon'
roller coaster then it drops
But what should I scream for? This is my theme park
My minds shine even when my thoughts seem dark
Pistol on my side, you
(It's Mr Brown) Mr Brown is a clown who rides to town in a coffin
(Well, here he comes) In the top is
Three rows on top and two inside there
Oh,
That is destined to die
When I look at the world
It fills me with sorrow
Little children today really suffer tomorrow
Oh what a shame, what a sad way
Little brown boy little brown boy tell me what you gonna do if dem come for you
Little brown boy little brown boy tell me what you gonna do if dem
Soon as I get home
Soon as I get home
Dear baby, it's me again, stuck inside this mad pen
Tryin' to pay my debt for all my sins, these is
(It's Mr Brown) Mr Brown is a clown who rides to town in a coffin
(Well, here he comes) In the top is
Three rows on top and two inside there
Oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Its Mr Brown Mr Brown is a clown who rides to town in a coffin.
Well, here he comes In the top is, three rows on top and two inside
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Its Mr Brown Mr Brown is a clown who rides to town in a coffin.
Well, here he comes In the top is, three rows on top and two inside
(Ooh - ooh - ooh - ooh)
(It's Mr Brown) Mr Brown is a clown who rides to town in a coffin
(Well, here he comes) In the top is
Three rows on top
fuck 'em in the back of a Jag [Sheees!]
And take 702 and 3LW
And have a 5 way ménage at The W [jeah]
What you want to do [jeah]
What you want to do
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