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  • Song Lyrics » D » Dj Clue » Brown Paper Bag Thoughts Lyrics
    Yo man what,
    Yo y'all niggas know
    Yo you know all that bullshit man
    Yeah, some niggas don't even
    These niggas man,
    What's the matter wid these niggas man?
    Nah man i'm puttin this shit up
    Fuck dat man
    Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again
    I know how to do that man don't even play wid
    Me like that, yo

    Verse 1:

    We spit rap and fire brown paper bag
    Gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map
    Floss that anything yell endorse that
    Electric company money honey gin romie wrap
    'em like a mummy his style bummy
    Puffy johnson charles bronson mix fly
    Deuce flicks new and improved clicks wu-kit
    Blood on the barrel of a desert out in the desert
    No shade'll live in my square blow the present clue
    Red meat shallah want adapt to collect acting like you
    Iller on some serial killer you wack duke shirt off
    React like i'm bagging up stabbing up what collect
    A brick pop shit in the six trunk

    Nah nah man, nah man you wanna have that shit again
    Why you ain't taking this shit to be something that
    It really is man?
    This you life man,
    Shoalin and desert storm
    This mic man he he acting stupid on me man
    What what what

    Verse 2:

    Yo, aiyyo, yo
    Moseyin thousand dollar uniform you want
    Celine dion chickenheads yo straight out of houston
    Big ballers wall to wall brawlers die for us
    Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us
    Creepin' through the halls on a keyboard
    Friendly blessed dress and all fendi
    Voice rock don't offend me intimidation make
    Me blow for the station rep for one nation
    Ghetto bust like revelation, analyse
    Losin' two wives livin' two lives
    Crew rise american cream new guys
    Two hundred pies get rich and plan sweet
    Rappin' like mines you writing like mines they lines
    Grab my dick stay in line we come to whip nines
    Hold lot of carrying time and teaching crackers how
    To shine, oh yeah one thing recognise fucking
    Wit the young keep 'em organised rest in peace
    Donny my soul cries, what

    I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
    Natural light up, light up, that's my word
    This is this is for clue right here dunn

    Verse 3:

    I'm third rail though half seal and i blow
    Robert deniro dough gundelero let the steel blow
    Here me yo wild trump style dunns connect
    Three hundred ones while floating like a
    ?macual chest bloaw? most craziest laziest
    All i seeing blazes majorness mechanic wreckor
    On a beige disc payin whether level bank rolls freakin'
    Plain clothes lex big six arrange those snotty nose
    Pose dark skinned hoes crazy ill fly jersey exposed
    Neck rolls fuck your set flash let those stare the
    Lex nose watching vet po posing wit the most fly
    Livest gortex made in mexico, brancs fifteen five
    Celine dion ties two thousand nine bubble eye shit

    *talking by raekwon and dj clue*

    Clue killuminati
    John gotti story right here fella
    Huh, yeah, word up