[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
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I love my microphone clear, ice cold beer, premiere
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My news and sweet, nothing's in ya ear
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I treat them like they outta be treated
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Like they want their cutty licked
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They better get their girlfriend to come eat it
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I don't tongue-twa, I rock nonstop
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Hip hop got me locked, competition get props
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The bar, you can front it, got rhymes by the hundred
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New York City creepin it, delightedly blunted
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I love to stay high, Pop pass the la
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Nigga caught a black eye for tellin the white lie
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Don't even try or you just might die for real
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All ya ally cat niggas gotta fry
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Makin it hard for me and my squad
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Doin shit I can't disregard, my nigga just got scarred for life
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Do ya thing, be the men, be mice
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Hiddin behind mics, with lyrics that sound nice
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Softer than a milk shake, whole image is fake
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I use they ass for bait, throw them in a lake
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Let the crab snap em, my enemies clap 'em
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Some bring lips abyss I feel it's ("Time for some action!"- B-Real)
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Like a flick, loaded with guns
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Better yet like a chick, who posses big buns
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I stay screamin on duns, shinin with my sons
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Runnin up in lady, bangin them like tums
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Chorus: Pop Da Brown Hornet (Down Low Recka)
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You know you wanna ride with us (No doubt)
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Take note before we bust (We pullin out)
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Follow me up son (Follow me up son) follow me up
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(follow me up)
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Follow, follow, follow me up son
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[Down Low Recka]
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Let me tell ya somethin, don't fall for the foolery
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Hip hop ain't live like it used it be, one step from the eulogy
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The future looks promisin though, got team reunited
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And god risin, GP's set to blow
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The pyramid complete, been done, I'ma start barkin on ya tricks for fun
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Ya currency holdin, this is in ya pockets swollen
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Lookin dead into the light, and can't see where ya goin
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Pull it reversal, you better stop beatin hip hop before it hurts you
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These laws is universal
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From my home to your home, from Cairo to Rome
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I'm here to the Twilight Zone, the facts roam
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I remember when I used to sit back, smokin a bone
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Wonderin if I'mma blaze hip hop before it's gone
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Brothers is bustin at rap with macks like drome
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Niggas livin in glass labs, throwin stones
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I'm walkin over light shine on, my back to it
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Eyes peeled, so I can see when I go thru it
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Y'all hoes ain't all about nothin
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Cuz you don't fear, don't say shit and just keep doin it
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Chorus
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[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
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You just above average, I'm superstar status
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Microphone savage, devour the baddest
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Ghetto fabulous, in hip hop madness
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Before I'm done with this, I'll be sittin on mad cabbage
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At times I'm on the low, at times I'm in ya face
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Occupy the time slot, you occupy space
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You gettin outta line boy, stay in your place
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The wifey in my kitchen, beggin me to taste
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The way she chef it up, should I toss that ass up?
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You treat her like a queen, Pop treat her like a slut
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It's all about a nut, cuz love don't give a fuck
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Finger in the butt, she know to keep her mouth shut
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Check it, let me proceed I'm trippin off weed
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A lot of cats are trippin off jealously and greed
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Can't make it on the else, so they sit around and plot
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Five hundred in they pot, so case around from rot
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There's a thin line between failure and success
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It's like we uptown, know I always got it fresh
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Head throbbin G, and off like a bank robber
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Meditate, get up, run thru the potter
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Only cuz I gotta, I take MC's out
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You thought I was a shark, cut, took the wrong route
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Now you assed out nowhere to be found
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Fuckin with Pop Da Brown, baby
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Chorus
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Follow Me Up
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| Pop Da Brown Hornet |
