don't need em' [Chorus] [Chipmunk - Verse 3] Imagine you was the one, that couldn't get a look in couldn't get a booking couldn't get a push in when
a Saturday night, yo, I was restin my nerves Coolin at the pad, smokin herb Had a show the next day, so I figured I'd rest Cause when I throw a show,
your boss is a jerk I sweat floors and drive to get mine My amigos with Dinco D, Milo and Busta rhymes Wreck top kick box Galooine Brown who's the clown
jill by the Jack misguided mojo swing low string sing along as I bring along with the song sedated by the maid, meenie mi mo yo, gotta go, GOTTA GOTTA
s in the headrest Who would be a big mess, trust me drew it, without rap I'd be saying this here in country music. We be no stars, imagine B-Boying over
life get hard she always speak to him, She'd rather kill her babies than let the master get to 'em, She on the run up north to get across that Mason-Dixon
a lie The shit that made me smile, now make me cry You are the one You're the one! FUCK YOU!! Sometime I wish we'd come back Man, I wish we'd come
up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris movin keys, lemme chop em down in my safe I gotta key and a pound pound of the weed, I gotta quarter ounce I had
, when you get home, dial it up I'll be your man and you can be my lady And you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby Girl for get about your
There they go over there Aw man, shit I gotta get up off my ass And go chase these cholo muthafuckas I hate those fuckin' Mexicans I'm always gettin'
be Brown Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd Brown, Brown Crowd, Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown Got the Brown Crowd, bumpin' loud Brown
Ey this one goes out to my raza on the Eastside Westside, Northside and Southside I wear a brown bandana homeboy, representin' brown pride You've never
over here so some levas over there What the fuck are they gonna do to me 'cause I'm too sly, too slick, too W-I-C-K-E-D Soy chingon, fuck em all See some
R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D I'm the L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D I'm the L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D Dropping rhymes
Before we get into this Killa Season Let's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker Gat to your back, get down motherfucker
wit' me, we focused man, yeah Get low in the building, y'know, nigga Let's do it, c'mon, yo It's gettin' hot so the shorts is on Gotta tote the snub
where the ghosts visit Where the demons live, shit my scene is vivid Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck outta this verse It's about to get so obscene