brass fists Totally flowin with my emotions in my moment of madness I'll wake up the whole barracks, murder you on your matress And look at you like, "
hold it, I run it, I do it to death I'm hot, I'm dirty, I'm oiled, I'm strapped, I'm done Don't blame it on me if the police find a pistol and blunt (
hold it, I run it, I do it to deathI'm hot, I'm dirty, I'm oiled, I'm strapped, I'm doneDon't blame it on me if the police find a pistol and blunt Chorus
the jazz go down Competition in other places But the horns, they blowing that sound Way on down south Way on down south in London town You check out Guitar George
Bang Double and Rowley We was trouble got the fiends spot bubblin' hot We wouldn't never make a lot I mean not like Scarface or Nino Brown Or George
, Georgia, late September One Mr. Brown's hot tempered This man's possessed, he's restless He's armed and dangerous, drugged and reckless Mrs. Brown you
Bloodhound Gang is here to get it on So rock on brothers, rock on Ashes to ashes and funks to funky Daddy Long Legs is a mean ass honky And Jimmy Pop
kids do power rangers [kool keith] You holding back on the feeble, small weasel No handicap love, elephants on the fence Ever since dinosaurs, people stood on
One two, one two, one two Yo, I be the Big Illinois, here to build and destroy I come on your deck, on your set On your strip, through your borough Rippin
never stop Keep it comin' Keep on comin' 4 more I'll never give you up No, I'll never stop Keep it comin' Keep on comin' 4 more It's that brown man
(Jimmy P. Brown II, George Ochoa) You run, you hide, but soon you'll find That your life has been put on the line Keep going, soon you will see That the
is Gucci Gucci meet my homeboy mackie slug. Sawed off AR pulled out shorty you know I got extra slugs. Black T still on when I mob, black lugz still on
in the dir Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way I like it twerk Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade on
That's the way you like to fuck Clogged up on alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt Rough sex make it hurt In the garden all in the dirt Roll around Georgia brown
brown And my hens clean With they panties down And a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin Check, check My mic vocals, is like choke-holds
One two, one two, one two Yo, I be the Big Illinois, here to build and destroy I come on your deck, on your set On your strip, through your burrough Rippin
work on the strength I dont even have to owe people I know arabs that know arabs they get work from overseas I bring it on V.L. and on the ave I?m off