Lyrics:
Adam Walsh
Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross
Too far gone inside my art form
Worshipping the ground that I walk on, that's cool
But while
I gotta beat 'em
And by four I'm finna leave 'em
And at five I go repeat, I go repeat it
And I hit my dance like Juan but I'm brown Justin Bieber
[Sleepy Brown]
This is dedicated to the lover (to the lover)
In you... In you... In you
I can't wait, I can't wait
I can't wait, no can't wait
at the mall, shoot hoops too
Whole crew rockin' suit's made by Bruce Bruce
And my wood wheel is a blue spruce
(It's a blue spruce)
Damn, okay, RiFF, feel me?
[Hook: 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
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
on your frontal
Then it's back to the hustle (huh?)
Fuck bein' humble
Blue strips by the bundle
Pinky ring out the puddle (whoo)
Hot sauce
your duty
If my radiator gets too hot
Cool it off in lot of spots
Give me all the service you've got
Do your duty
If you don't know what it's
to stay and slay all our prey
So get out the way, we getting hot like Bombay
So bow down to the brown, hands up and sway
My crew!
They better than you,
much at stake, got no time for a date
Unless that date is with fate, got my eyes on the prize and
It's too occupiant, you want a slice but it's too hot
I'll never back down
Smoke brown, I back clowns
I guess I'm too damn proud
I stack pounds, clap rounds and act foul
Hands down, that blouse in a man's
and it would stunt your growth
I used to chip in with the other young folks
Back when it came in little brown envelopes
Remember the day my moms found
Town, in the hot noon hours
There's palm-leaf shadows and scattered flowers
Beggars crouching at the gate
Help comes, but it comes too late
By marble
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
your duty
If my radiator gets too hot
Cool it off in lot of spots
Give me all the service you've got
Do your duty
If you don't know what it's
Pretty young champ like Camacho, spittin the hot flow
B-Boy shout, Zulu gestapo, bro
You know my stilo, cigarrillo con tamarindo
Habichuelas negras,
to take good care of you
For that trip by road or rail
For extra grip on those rocky trails
You're gonna need a quality shoe
Now they maybe ain't too
These niggas weak whack, I twist 'em like weed raps
Still on my Nino Brown
Still getting G-money on G packs
No stunna man bussin' like Dunna Man it's
panic, cause you cannot manage
I'm out here bringing the damage
Fixing the game like I'm a mechanic
You bitches acting too frantic
All of that ice ain't
dropping the bombs balling so good call me Lebron
Started real fresh I feel I'm the best it's like a new game but I feel like a vet
My flow's flaming hot
took a B line,
Just to get to you, now I’m stuck like glue
Can I get a little, sneak preview?
We can kick it by the shore and watch the sunset too, oohh
younger gods love banana clips, broads that strip
candle wax, brown Beamers to whip
And jerk a bitch, known to hit ya, for taking pictures!
them play with the boy I ain't one of them
Bitch I am too hot to give two fucks
About whose hot treat this rap game
Like my new thot beat the beat up
Hit
and pay the rent
Professional crackslanger I serve fiends
I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans
But nowadays I be too smart for
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