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I Fly

You know what it is...? Baby Brown...!!!
 
RHOOFFFF !!!
 
You Ride with Us on Top of the Charts,
Ice Cubes full of Champagne, Pop at the Bars.
The Mailboxes are full of some Probs,
and the Rocks on the Ring Shine Like the Stars.
Dress the best outfit Like Guards,
Tell storys from the Hood and the Game and the Cars.
We flow the Rhymes like Faboloussoo,
I say HI 2 my Hater, cause theyre Girls are NOGO !!!
 
HI HATER !!!!
 
Follow me now 2 the World of Music,
Brown Entertainment, is the Best that u Get.
The Next Episode of High Class Music,
Listen 2 my Album, with International Tune Hitz.
 
Feel the Vibe of Rap and Pop,
Oriental Tunes, Number 1, Sounds Top.
My Life is Changed, My Flow is Tight,
I Got Money in the Bank and i Fly Till I Die.
 
I FLY....
 
Turn the Fucking Speakers UP in this Bullshit, Rahhh !!!
Hear My Flow in this Spot, This is Raw Shit, YEZZAAA !!!
U Better go a Fucking step 2 the Back, Cause my Rhymes in this Track,
Click, Clack... U Dont know Bitch !!!
 
Click Clack Boom !!!
 
Now i go to make a Trip, with the Lines,
With my Boyz from the Block, No Lies,
We The Bosses.
Turkey what the Deal is?
Gial Bombacloud, MERHABA we the Realest.
 
U Pussy Haterz are a Joke, I Dont tell It,
But I Kill U One By One Is what i´m Telling.
I Dont know what u think about this TEAM PLAY,
what the Fuck u think about, Motherfucker Ur Way.
 
My Team Know that, that i´m a Gangstah,
Cause i dont give a fuck about Rules,
Thats my Life Style.
 
And on my Way 2 the Highest TOP.
Lika a Maserati, Wrum Wrum Wrum... THATS MY JOB !!!
 
I FLY...
 
Pocket Money, spend it time 4 time,
4 My Girls 50.000 Shoes a Crime.
Shopping Sprees a Million Time,
Gucci, Tom Ford, Michael Kors some Time...
Kredit Card, I Rap the Yard, Like a Football Game
From the Super Bowl.
Call Me Alien 'Baby Brown' Cause i dont give a Fuck
about it what u talk and Run Playa.
 
Brand New Ride, Gun on the Side,
Tuned Up, im sitting in a Porno Ride.
I Rock the Streets with Chrome and Inches,
in my Headrest Screens for my Hoes and Bitches.
White Leather and my Black Sport Seats,
Touch Screen on my Radio, it Sounds Like a BEAST !!!
 
Hey Hater, look at the Ride,
I Hope u know what i mean with a Gangster Ride !!!
 
I FLY...
 

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Bouncy

[Chorus]
I got cash, all I need is a little more bounce
Just a little more bounce
She got ass, what she need is a little more bounce
Just a little more bounce
Keep it bouncy, keep it bouncy, yeah
I need a little more bounce
Keep it bouncy, keep it bouncy, yeah
I need a little more bounce
 
[Verse 1]
Down with the clique, I'm that bitch
My lifestyle lit, I ain't never gon' quit
Took another sip, my drinks don't mix
Took a photo, can't bomb that shit
Pourin' up the juice, throwing up the deuce
Ridin' 'round drunk, doin' what I wanna do
In a big room, yeah, we gettin' loose
Ball like KD every time you see me
 
[Chorus]
I got cash, all I need is a little more bounce
Just a little more bounce
She got ass, what she need is a little more bounce
Just a little more bounce
Keep it bouncy, keep it bouncy, yeah
I need a little more bounce
Keep it bouncy, keep it bouncy, yeah
I need a little more bounce
 
[Verse 2]
Drip, drip all over her hips
Lemonade, champagne all over her lips
More bottles and it's all on me
More models and they all on me
Tips, tips all over her hips
[?], Bombay, make a Hershey kiss
More problems when the money come in
More bounce when you got rich friends
 
[Chorus]
I got cash, all I need is a little more bounce
Just a little more bounce
She got ass, what she need is a little more bounce
Just a little more bounce
Keep it bouncy, keep it bouncy, yeah
I need a little more bounce
Keep it bouncy, keep it bouncy, yeah
I need a little more bounce
 

Catfish Blues

Well I wish, I was a catfish
Swimmin' in the deep blue sea
I'd have all you good-looking women
Fishin' after me
Fishin' after me
Fishin' after me
Oh well
Ow well
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Well I went down
To my baby's house
And I sat alone on her steps
And she said a come on in, come on in, come on in outcha man and just your love
outcha man and just your love
I just now left
I just now left
sure enough
sure enough

Yeah,
Well theres two
Two trains runnin
But theres not a one thats goin' my way
You know there's a, one train running at midnight
The other one leave just 'fore day
Leave just 'fore day
Oh well
Yeah
I roll and I tumble
Practic'ly all night long
I roll and I tumble
Practic'ly all night long
Well, my baby don't treat me well
? ?
Yeah

Goldie

[Chorus]
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 
[Verse 1]
Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it
A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just a understatement
I'm early to the party, but my 'Rari is the latest
Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous
Life's a mothafucka, ain't it? These other rappers ain't us
So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless
You aim it 'fore you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
It's just me, myself, and I and mothafuckas that I came with
Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me
Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G
Low key, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass
 
[Chorus]
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 
[Verse 2]
Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?
It feel good wakin' up to money in the bank
Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink
And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank
Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
And them red bottom loafers just to complement the mink
Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank
What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissin' pink
You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
And them niggas talkin' shit so tell 'em, 'Tell it to my face'
Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits
I'm the shit, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig-Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass
 
[Chorus]
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 

Dirty

You are dirty. Scared. Terrified
You lick your wounds on the edge of chasm
Lacerated microcephalic blind morons
sociopathics phenomenal psychotics praying at your doorstep
 
Your friends, your co-workers, newspapers, the TV
Everybody's happy to talk, full of misinformation
Morality, science, religion, politics, Christ, It's overwhelming!
 
You are dirty. Empty. Shivery.
Virtue is dead. And God is blind when you're terrified.
Therapeutic treatments don't work at all
They've given birth to weird things, Watch'em unveil
 
People can flaunt their money and be at the top 1%
of this shameful, violent, prejudiced, illiterate
sexually repressed, ineffectual, bad-smelling, self-righteous
dirty brothel we call home
 
You are dirty. Scared
Listen to your torment while sleeping with the guns
It means nothing much this life
Era vulgaris of chrism decline
 
[Paolo Pieri's guitar solo]
 
You are dirty. Dying. Torn between lies.
The sedation of piety. The seclusion of light.
Soon we'll turn to dark
And where have all the angels gone?
We are a unforeseen called human beings