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brown bag allstars - brwn lyrics

[hook] soul khan
i got a beer in a bag and the color of the paper is
brown
yeah, that’s what i’m talkin’ about
if you got liquor in the flask, i’mma ask you to p-ss me that
brown
yeah, that’s what i’m talkin’ about
bk to bx, y’all be puttin’ down for that
brown
yeah, that’s what i’m talkin’ about
and if you’re rocking with the brown bag allstars, just say
brown
yeah, that’s what i’m talkin’ about

[verse 1] soul khan

son, i’m back like i never left
oh wait, i never did
they’re on their last leg, begging me to let ’em live
but when the hype’s behind us, i’mma let ’em in
and tear the lungs out of their chest to get my second wind
i’m not your buddy, and i am not your bro
just because you bought a couple tickets to the show
for once i’ll keep it simple, just so i can let ’em know
i’m your new adopted daddy, here to teach you how to grow

[verse 2] audible doctor

brown like the color that my skin has laced with
these dudes be confused trying to use the dues that i’ve paid, shit
a noose for the few trying to get the juice but can’t hang with, the (brown)
must be mixed up so like bishop off the roof b-tch
you won’t be fly for long cuz we shatter your career
when the brown bag’s in the building son the gravity is here
while they ramble in your ear bout how they damaging this here
i leave the snakes to rattle i shake they babbling till i’m clear, you hear?

[verse 3] koncept

i threw a dime in the wishing well she was pissed with wet clothes
shred em off yes a boss this is how i get hoes
you porn hubbin’ i’m porn f-cking on the west coast
rows of girls lined up with lines of the best blow
the next stop atlantic so sick of train traffic
my ex might have panicked don’t stick with pain addicts
my favorite bodega is the one we’re named after
brown bag on your house magnet raise gl-sses

[verse 4] j57

the new sinatra in blue blockers with “who shot ya?”
b-mpin while i cruise ’round vegas with my homie shake
i’m bo jackson, so old fashion the flows ashin
watch your funeral, closed casket in closed caption
i don’t owe you nothin, listen what i say now
kettle in the lab, now i’m dancin like james brown
we steady shittin on everybody i mean that
they’ll be glad the second we check in rehab.. never

- brown bag allstars lyrics

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