Lyrics:
A boy 'bout twenty climbed out of a truck
All covered in grease and dirt
She said "Hey Charles" but he just laughed
And said "I'm wearin' my daddy's
dreamin' I'm dead
My niggas gettin' bread
My niggas beat the feds
Every night a centerfold in my bed
You ain't bout that life, that life
Keep a hundred shots
head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in the sheets and we broke my bed
There's another girl, her name is Mary
Talked about sex
go to church and learn to pray
Cornbread, feather bed, buttermilk, scratch my head
Brown cow, cat's meow, come on mule pull my plow
Oats and bread,
to church and learn to pray
Cornbread, feather bed, buttermilk
Scratch my head brown cow, Cat's meow
C'mon mule, pull my plow!
Oats and bread, turkey breast
City Hall Fred,
She's nasty, she's nasty, She digs it in bed!
Do it again, and do it some more!
That does it, by golly, it's nasty for sure!
Get pissy or get drunk get slumped, get lit
Get geaked, or get freaked this joint's here the hit
San Brown I won't stop, this is hip hop
We make
What the f-
Is that a girl?
Yeah, I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a cock in mouth and get my balls blew out
And get gay into the AM
And lay with
my arteries shaking
[Chorus: x4]
Rock! It's what we're all about
It's what we live for
see'mon shout it out
Well I bring down the house in
the heather green
And made for her a bed,
and taken has he his gay mantle
And o'er it has spread.
Take off your clothes now King Henry
And lie down by my
locks on my door we rock from the floor
To the ceiling ain't no drug dealing
Ain't no gat peeling, you can't fight this feeling
Well, My style's
two bad apples
On our family tree
Kind of ripened and rotted
In our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart
But I lacked
South West
Stand up
I’m creeping on a come up I’m from the South West
I step up in the building and you can smell the sesh
Everywhere I go I rock
My girl Aa!!
Whatttt!!!
Aa!!
The bed and make noise creck creck creck
She tell Marvin don't stop yet
Me pete sec in the punnany direct
Me grab
Got it from the mud, never robbed the plug
Got it from the mud, he ain't one of us
Got thots in the spot, they all wanna fuck
Like rocks in my watch
back in bed cus your body is the warmest
I just love the way you're holding me so
Promise me you'll never leave no where
Fresh cup of water by my bedside
though, you know, I didn't end up dead
I guess the story goes Danny Brown stopped Mr. Burnett
I'm in your debt, I muttered to him from my bed
Danny said
it
Brown liquor in my cup now I'm faded
Couple more hits of the 1882
In my emeralds, barely laced up
Maybe slip a lil bit, on the way up
Plug hit me
me from defeat hypnotized by the beat
On the rocks I made my bed she played reggae in my head
Reggae in my head, reggae in my head, reggae in my
the streets she rock that, Down in the street she rock that boat
She put that licky on my dick, She gave my dick a hickie, hey
Once this 50 on my neck I bet
takes is a moment
A single word to be said
And I can't help but wonder
While I'm awake in my bed
The whole wide world is in color
But I see brown
a minute
Can't make it stop Woke up had a dream and you in it
Make that bed rock not caring if somebody hear it
I pour up that Wock and my kidney feel it
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
gloves
Had three gazelles, admitted nothing when I sat in my cell
Hey Brooklyn hard rock, your style is mad tight!
Your style is mad tight, your
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