pass, nigga the dick was trash If sex was record sales you would be double plat The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me Downtown taste my love like Horace Brown
their uptown coats Come down here to get laid It's a boring macho trip And I'm the type that facinates Hey, Mrs Pamela Brown, how's the Dakota? You
cup Bitch I'm a g I never did my keys up Not even half if you didn't sign the three numb Watch how we thump about my bidness You about to go downtown
In the downtown area, scannin the perimeter All my boos with the open toed shoes If you ain't gettin that pussy eaten right, let me show you Then let you taste these, this Brown
: Well i was doin alright Keepin you off my mind Goin one three days in a row But pullin out of work I heard brown eyed girl Playin on my radio And for
you all staring Got a woody in my pants from the clothes that you're wearing Sucking on that lollipop, knowing that you're hot Thick brown ass, nice
: (Ooh, Ohh) Here I stand before you - brown. Color of the mountains Colossal as the earth Wrapped so deliciously within my own joy and misery Feathers
Uh, ah-oh-oh! I went downtown, (I went downtown) I saw Miss Brown; (said, I saw Miss Brown) She had brown sugar (had brown sugar) All over her booga-wooga
a little too slow They overtook me in Jericho I'm standin' on the corner, ringin' the bell Along came the sheriff from Thomasville Says, "Young man, your name's Brown
"Gimme a pound thank you man" Tim Dog (repeat 2X then 4X faster) I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun If you
s gonna save my life We are wicked men Looking for buckles to loosen By the Count of 10 I wanna see somebody human And I lost what it was In the Teenage dust Of a Downtown
't light it yet I'm all shook up, I wanna get hooked up I wanna listen to Elvis I wanna shake my pelvis I wanna take the train downtown I wanna hear some Junior Brown
'm a G, I never give my keys up Not even half if you didn't sign a pre-nupt Watch how we thump, I'm 'bout my bid-ness You about to go downtown like the
wearin' fake Donna Karan Mossino Players we know, ain't no gambino Peons be watchin too much Casino Wannabe Nino Brown with the uzi But clown you more like Downtown
on a Sunday morn' Mama go to church now, mama go to church now Friday night and daddy's shirt is torn Daddy's going downtown, daddy's going downtown
if you go down there You better just beware of a man named Leroy Brown Now Leroy, more than trouble You see he stand 'bout six foot four All the downtown
, he'll snuff you in an alley But the Three Little Pigs scurry back to Simi Valley Goldilocks went to cop some little boy brown Should've stuck with the snow cause the brown
Stargate, lovin to hate But with all types of weight in they raps I draw blood like mosquitos, y'all annoy like gnats Pop that around a brown cat get