Текст песни Dj Clue - Brown Paper Bag Thoughts
Dj Clue - Brown Paper Bag Thoughts слова песни
Yo man what,Yo y`all niggas knowYo you know all that bullshit manYeah, some niggas don`t even These niggas man, What`s the matter wid these niggas man?Nah man I`m puttin this shit upFuck dat manYa`ll niggas want me to be a crook againI know how to do that man don`t even play wid me like that, YoVerse 1:We spit rap and fire brown paper baggat rap go whack and float acrooss the mapfloss that anything yell endorse thatElectric company money honey Gin Romie wrap`em like a mummy his style bummyPuffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix fly deuce flicks new and improved clicks Wu-kitBlood on the barrel of a desert out in the desertno shade`ll live in my square blow the present ClueRed meat Shallah want adapt to collect acting like youiller on some serial killer you wack duke shirt offreact like I`m bagging up stabbing up what collecta brick pop shit in the six trunk Nah nah man, Nah man you wanna have that shit againWhy you ain`t taking this shit to be something thatit really is man?This you life man,Shoalin and desert stormThis mic man he he acting stupid on me manWhat What What Verse 2:Yo, Aiyyo, yoMoseyin thousand dollar uniform you wantCeline Dion chickenheads yo straight out of HoustonBig ballers wall to wall brawlers die for usLie for us, snatch white man money cry for usCreepin` through the halls on a keyboardFriendly blessed dress and all Fendivoice rock don`t offend me intimidation makeme blow for the station rep for one nationGhetto bust like revelation, analyse losin` two wives livin` two livesCrew rise American Cream new guysTwo hundred pies get rich and plan sweetRappin` like mines you writing like mines they linesGrab my dick stay in line we come to whip ninesHold lot of carrying time and teaching crackers howto shine, oh yeah one thing recognise fuckingwit the young keep `em organised rest in peaceDonny my soul cries, WhatI dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold itNatural light up, light up, that`s my wordThis is this is for Clue right here dunnVerse 3:I`m third rail though half seal and I blowRobert Deniro dough gundelero let the steel blowHere me yo wild Trump style dunns connect three hundred ones while floating like a ?macual chest bloaw? most craziest laziestAll I seeing blazes majorness mechanic wreckoron a beige disc payin whether level bank rolls freakin`plain clothes Lex big six arrange those snotty nosepose dark skinned hoes crazy ill fly jersey exposedneck rolls fuck your set flash let those stare theLex nose watching vet po posing wit the most flylivest gortex made in Mexico, Brancs fifteen fiveCeline Dion ties two thousand nine bubble eye shit*talking by Raekwon and DJ Clue*Clue KilluminatiJohn Gotti story right here fellaHuh, Yeah, Word up