Lyrics:
she always by my side
She driving but I'm rolling up
My daddy see me rolling up
But heon never hit the blunt
My moma said I know too much
Fuck, ion
Gotta be them happy thoughts now
My puppy dog’s sat by my side. Straighten that furrow brow out
Or you’ll drown and out brown boy
Keep your head down
one to slap
Because La vida don't matter
Wip out a cuete watch
Your brains get splattered
Selling them doves
Hanging with thugs and all that
Beating up
you but at the same time it is you
Jus kick back let me just
Uh
Light brown, pretty toes what's your background
Foreplay, upstairs by the hallway
Long
microphone
Come and get this ice-cream cone
Or I'll deliver it when your daddy ain't home
Grown and healthy, that's how I like 'em
Big juicy legs
microphone
Come and get this ice-cream cone
Or I'll deliver it when your daddy ain't home
Grown and healthy, that's how I like 'em
Big juicy legs
yours
I'm sorry yeah
I been watching you
This whole time
Light up the room
You so fine
Move that body
From left to right
Take yo time
We got all night
I
it's beaters
It's warm yo! Check the meter
We hot I got the fever
ANKHTEN BROWN
She hot she pack the heater
I'm known to kick da beat up
We cool I got
daddy
When I tell you "beat it up" stop me
Want you try to pull that thang' out
Baby can we shang' out?
Told me to bang
Told me to bang
Told me
gon' find somebody gon'
Get yo stress boilin' black, White, Asian
Or Brown we just call 'em Ro's
Negroes, and you all know how the story goes
Negroes,
the brown
You know that Dusse
Put your glasses up
Come on get girl
Underlay!
We popping these bottles
Man we done waist shit
It's bout 6 in the morning
Nigga
Well, I let you know this is a brand new year
So never fear, the Big Daddy is here
To do things in places your husband wouldn't
And do certain things
daddy's purse, anarchist, smoking cannabis
wrapped in brown leaves, you now trapped with the town thieves
The ground breathes in the fumes of death
beg and drink out your shoes and get they nose brown
Just the kinda man you wanted, ain't it, honey?
A big buff dumb-ass fool with hella money
Down
your fate and I pray you don't end up in a lake
Do whatever it take, so many mistakes we made
But we gon' all get it right once we down by
that afternoon
And my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built
Grew up with a jughead crown tilt and tardy slip
Be all you can be just
side
Forever I'll by your side Sade, Sade, shawdy
Kissing on yo body forreal
My voice give you chills
Lyrically skilled
Instinctively ill
Got you hella
a nigga
No matter how much your ass get paid, you still a nigga
Shot by the cops at a traffic stop 'cause you a nigga
That's why I hold toast too, I sell
since I started rappin' I've been Ebony Chief
And if I took the Pepsi Challenge, I'd choose Dr. Brown
Yo Wise, let me hear that Stet Troop sound
Some
You fed up with your man
Well you can come and chill
The pleasures all mine
So baby what's the deal
If it's me that you want
Then it's me that you got
I can tell that you been waiting on that special one to match you and your energy
Shit I can take you to infinity it's love in the building right now
cannot be fixed
This is a dead man
In fact it’s a ghost, but if he was brown
How’d he come back in a lighter skin tone?
Please, your mom is just cooler
[Xzibit]
She was a brown skin ebony honey that love hip-hop
Cut off tank-top, she make your whole face drop
Hotbox, like it or not, she don't care
by ya siren we not hiding at home
To all them judges in the robes that's just letting it go
Can you explain to these mothers why they're babies is gon
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