Wayne] Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin things With them twenty-two inch chopper blades Diamond
Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change You can catch me in an aqua range, squattin things With them twenty-two inch chopper blades Diamond face
burning bright Pumpkin faces in the night I remember Halloween Dead cats hanging from poles Little dead are out in droves I remember Halloween! Brown
) On my waist, there?s a black Glock (black Glock) New girl moved on the block (on the block) She been plottin? on my brown cock (brown cock) Last night
afternoon Has the trees in constant motion With a flash of silver leaves As they're rocking in the breeze The boy lies in the grass with one blade
dig it wit a shovel I never dig dirt wit the devil Instead I'm on that other level But I took time to reach down To help the black & brown I never
to make a believers out of you I got a lawsuit, pending charge for wreckless blade spinnin I was riding through west end and killed two women UH-OH! Hook (Sleepy Brown
one time Check the science of the black man Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here Yo Shorty cross your arms Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year Blade
side so proud Virgin blood enters the fray onward to fatal embrace And with a sound like the heavens bursting asunder Shield upon shield Blade upon blade
: (feat. Sleepy Brown) Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb Don't wanna be disturbed, I got my swishas & erb Sippin' lean, smokin' on some
you can't run from me The gun runner, funky drummer, number one stunner Breeze through in the hummer, crush a G.Q. cover It's prime-time, hit the mic like James Brown
book in the den. "What do you think it is?" Sheila asked. Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back. S he stared at the brown cardboard carton
There's a place where the boat leaves from It takes away all your big problems You got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean But you gotta get away
(J. Rwakaara/N. Brown) © copyright 2002 natfunk music BMI / Zikki Publishing ASCAP V1 Love came Soft as a breeze in May It was whispering my name Moons
be burned in Canada Than to freeze here in the south Pulling that eternal plough We've got to find a sharper blade Or have a new one made Rest awhile and cool your brow
of corned beef floating in beer He says, "Fucking Puerto Rican dope dealing punk Get your shit-brown ass out of here Fucking Puerto Rican dope-dealing punk Get your shit-brown