Letras:
Brown James Come Over Here

, come over here Please, please, come over here Please, please, come over here Come over here, come over here, come over here I said please, please, come over here

, come over here Please, please, come over here Please, please, come over here Come over here, come over here, come over here I said please, please, come over here

you won't know what you saw I sit low with a tall can, in a brown bag With a brown rag, bouncin' a brown rag Wit' the Mexican flag and the American flag

s like Rick James is shooting up your house, nigga... fuck your couch nigga! You screaming 'fuck the world' with your middle finger up While I'm over here

these days Everybody got a little Rick James in they veins man! The way I feel Oh girl I know its bout to be Me all over you And damn girl you all over

come on, get down Come on, splash Come on, good God Cloreen's brother Alfred Alfred, Alfred, I need U 2 talk 2 me some, come on Alfred, good Come on,

it's logical How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle Now my proposal, it's the global From California to courts, it's over God,

What? Everybody over there What? Do you want that funky soul, yo? Come on, hit it They don't want music, they don't know how to use it All they want,

pang petty What, what, what, what you're livin' here To live the life that gangstas do (My buddy, my buddy) (My buddy, my buddy) What, what, what, what you're livin' here