My name is Joe Brown, bitches love me. *Burp* Rule number one. 18 to 25 women age like cheese; men age like wine. Rule number two. My expectations of
my recipe, for that Good brown gravy, good brown gravy, yeah that Good brown gravy, Mmm, good brown gravy Well, my grandma told my momma 'bout the power that it had Good Brown
Übersetzung: Joe Diffie. Gute Bratensauce.
t sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block I ain't got time to waste man, where this nigga at? I'm in the Brown hooptie, there he go, I see 'em pullin
VERSE 1:] Mr. John Crow draw coffin John Brown We nuh waan no more dead inna town Mr. Happy got so lucky trigger happy yo We no waan no more dead body Well Mr. Joe
god for that brown paper bag that Brown paper bag (thank god for that) Brown paper bag (cmon) Brown paper bag (thank god for that) Brown paper bag (
I give tracks a holy feel (Holyfield) And they bite ears I'm right here, why wouldn't I be, just waiting to be hooked to IV's- [? ] brown when you look
Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball Piranha mentality with a jaws bite all night Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight [Joe
ain't big enough Her friends look like the type that'll just give it up From abyss to gecko, stay bumrushing them hoes like Joe Klecko It's hard to get
a Sector Bus With that 40-O, or thats trouble Shootin' craps in the back of the liquar store And I'm hittin, and we'll keep it at that You out Joe? Nope
head on my chest, come feel my heartbeat We can park the Jeep, pump Mobb Deep, and just spark the It's hard to creep since I found Joe Every pretty round brown
giorno, Genova notte e giorno, Napoli notte e giorno, Cosenza notte e giorno, Roma notte e giorno e tutto ghetto intorno, (notte e giorno...) JOE: Bologna
Duke fulfill your dreams Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream [Chorus] "Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." -- Fat Joe [repeat
Nas] Yo, I took you from the projects, put the best clothes in ya closet Like Ginger from "Casino" and now you a pro We was like Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn
hold the phone - the sun came out today! We're born again, there's new grass on the field. A-roundin' third, and headed for home, it's a brown-eyed handsome
Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight Sugar tonight Sugar tonight Now who's gonna give me some sugar tonight Sugar tonight Sugar tonight Bad like Brutus Hit like Joe
uh uh cut!!!!!! Yeah, I saw your band Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks When you gonna learn sucker? You just can't fuck with TWISTED BRBRBR BROWN BROWN
from here on Heres four bucks you drive like a moron Lost in the apple and I'm all alone Cause New York's Not My Home In the village just illin with a forty in a brown
