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The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 (Remix) (Feat. Schoolboy Q)
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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoThe Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 (Remix) (Feat. Schoolboy Q)
Oh, you the motherfucking man, huh?Oh, you be fucking bitchesCounting all the bands, huh?Oh, you be trappingOut the bando selling grams, huh?Oh, you be smoking, drinking leanAnd popping xans, huh?You see, that's the bullshitThat I don't needI'm telling y'all niggasY'all ain't fucking with meSee, I look in the mirror and he said"you are the man"And I said, "hey man, I agree"Rocks on rainbow, ben's a nice fellowYour neck reflects your personalityAnd mine is yellowBoy, I hit the block, like I hate legosThey know, they got thirty seconds; jared letoBefore they see some halosAnd I reload the ammoBoy, it's golf wang-oAnd that's the squad I bang-oUntil my fucking brain goNow let's reload the aim-oCan't a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?I'm the truth and the dareAnd you can get your ass beatLike a kick and a snareSchoolboy's my niggyYou know I'm good in the 50sThat boy's not that bad, enh, it's no biggieIt's the g-o, the l-f, we go-go, no homoWe black outAnd go hard like jojo and fuckin' diggyNo ship in this seriesSince I pissed off iggy manWe been that man since batman had a sidekickCatch me in some vansLike one of them soccer mamasAnd them bitches blueLike that family went to the dodgersSolve 'em (oh no!)You can't bitch, I'm a problemAnd you'll get fucked upLike the thoughts inside of my nogginGoing harder than the quidditchIn harry potterAll my shows got one blackIn it like larry davidAnd I'm that niggaMeaning I'm two niggas, I'm schizoBrent lowe, my motherfucking bingoPink and yellow on my neckRemind you of my dickholeAnd I don't really fuck with you niggasShout out to jim crowDon't get offended, love being darkskinned23 With the crib and I don't got no tenantsAnd I don't like sportsBut the court got a tennisIs that diamonds on your neck?Stay the fuck out my businessSee, that's that cherry bomb, get my burr onThat's mclaren, '91 out the chevronMotors flog gnaw, vans on, fuck your jordansWent from throwing up to throwing carnivalsBoy, I'm a sicko, flaco nigga, but kinda machoBoy, I got some vatosAnd shout out to schooly, he kinda locoPack a de la pistolWe splitting nachos, then for that cheeseBoy, he was using some shells just like a tacoSo grab your gogglesNigga, taco tuesdayYou don't want none of thatHave you heard of fairfax? boyWe was running thatNigga took the store from usYeah, fuck all of that(man, he really took the store)Crack a cracker with a barrel, uh (yeah)Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a louis rag (rag)Orange paisley got me crip crazy (uh, sup 'cause?)Pants heavy, sag to the leftWith the belt strappedNo face mask, nigga, just toe tagsStill the blunts getting passed, yeahAin't worried 'bout no niggas (nigga)Grieve over suckers (sucker)Gunpowder on my knuckles (knuckle)Call the ambulances (ambulances)I'm from the era of crip walkingYou was clown-dancing, you wanna be me, huh?'cause is wack in his rapsAnd what he rap, he ain't doneTop dawg, wolf gangSmell the cat on your tonguePussy boy, you fucked overNigga, control your gumsTeeth missingMoms' won't recognize your face when it's lumpMy square homie's licenseDouble life in my trunkMind, power, body, and soulWe break handcuffsGot a strike on my recordDouble cups, and duckYou want the life like usYou need to crip that coastYou want to steer that wheelYou want to smoke that kil'Well, who am I?Shit, piss, fuck, cuntCocksucker, motherfuckerAnything that'll piss you muthafuckas offI don't even smokeAnd I'm a level up of all of y'allBitch, you couldn't reach me with a ladderAnd a calling cardI'm special, niggaWho the fuck are you?I'm special, niggaThey used to tell me to calm downSaid I have a problemNow I'm runnin' shitThat's why you never see me wearin' joggersLead by example, how?All y'all is my sonAnd I ain't never had a fuckin' fatherBoy, I'mma bring the noiseI got my own beat and we all got drumsWhat these weapons about?We're just flexin' aboutYou on your grind who the oneThat got the wep at their house?Bitch, I do this on purposeYou niggas don't got a purposeThis nigga call me a clownNigga I own the circusStack is sittin' in my pocketFolded up like a papayaYou know I golf bitchLike I been sleepin' with tigerWoody woody, my mob, mob is goodie we oddkastWe o-k-k-k just like the clanHoodie golf shit packetRip it out the fuckin' packageIn that all pink fit lookin'Like a fuckin' faggotWho the fuck you think you fuckin' with, nigga!I'm a bad case of I don't even knowI'm about to tear the shitOut this goddamn houseI think I'm about to blowMy muthafuckin' brains outTyler, take a chill pill, nigga
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