Lyrics:
so how the fuck I get clapped?
Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one
That
uh
Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took me to the studio--
I know this is random I'm just trying to take you guys
the feathers run brown
God bar the windows
That we may though hollow be sound
Now the street lamp will be tethered to her station
As the poor man is
You're tuned into
BROWN DOWN & DANGEROUS
This is what I been thru
Introducing the lifestyle that made me crazy
What's crackin homie! its Maldito
and I am not stoppin'
I'm walkin' around with a brick in my pocket
Deep in the paint, but I'm no Dennis Rodman
I look like a killer, you want me inside
lucked out
I'm unstoppable both out & inside
Man my soul been fly
Since I was this high
Attention paid is only on inside
As you were, As you were
That girl
better, you could teach me first
You said fuck that, then you beat me worse
It's pain in this verse, hard to go on (yeah)
Oo is a man, so I must hold
better, you could teach me first
You said fuck that, then you beat me worse
It's pain in this verse, hard to go on (yeah)
Oo is a man, so I must hold
senses, un esclavo no soy
That is now my past
I came to know me and my people
Red, brown and black helped
Me paint the future
The world got a template
harbour's at the ferry
John Brown things, they hang him in the rain
Babylon use they brain, cotton or cocaine
A rose by any other name
007 what I tell you
your purse?";
His breath was stinkin with filthy brown teeth
And two big crusty ashy hairy feet
The worst thing, he had no toenail on his toes
a shorty pregnant
Man, that's the definition of a life sentence
A whole lot of beef, no bread, no lettuce
'Cause I couldn't keep it in my briefs, man that's
she wanna suck me while I'm driving
Y'all ain't going this hard but I see you trying
Man this is just how I live, got no fucks to give
Sand all in my
booty
You can be 18 with some soft hands
Aw shit look who it is, it's the Gucci Man with the spray tan
Wait, let's go back to the part near the start
By-pass the fake 'cause you know they ain't a friend to you
Taking no losses, remind them who the boss is
Alright baby
Hello, hello, hello again
Guess
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
know im a fly guy
everytime i show when i drive by
your girl looking like who is that guy
see im different im efficient
one man army i defeat them
Fantasy Island
This episode is "Death to a Brooklyn Man"
This is Tony's Angels
It was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks
Undercover
I'm working nine-five chasing my dreams I'm trynna go chill on a island
That's by any means behind the scenes I know that it's all about timing
When
And all you a shoot is a cue ball
Screw ya'll
Who ya'll, nobody man I chew ya'll
I'm the best that mean I"m
Way better than you are
Ya I'm the truth and you
Me and Bird see the world through a bird's eye view
Man we started from the bottom now we here (yea)
GT V bottles at the table, no beer (ya heard?)
Got a plug out in pagua inna islands
Look got a plug out in pagua
Inna islands beast mode boom out the trap
Hid from the white man inna islands
And we'll be in this bitch until this shit is getting gentrified
Lost some good niggas some sittin' in the pens and
Low income made us do it man Long Island
this b**** until this s*** is getting gentrified
Lost some good n***** some sittin' in the pens and
Low income made us do it man Long Island is expensive
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