Brown Paper Bag Thoughts Lyrics

Brown Paper Bag Thoughts lyrics

[Featuring Raekwon The Chef]
Yo man what
Yo y'all niggas know
Yo you
know all that bullshit man
Yeah some niggas don't even
These niggas
man
What's the matter wid these niggas man?
Nah man I'm puttin this shit
up
Fuck dat man
Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again
I know how to
do that man don't even play wid
me like that Yo
Verse 1:
We spit rap
and fire brown paper bag
gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map
floss
that anything yell endorse that
Electric company money honey Gin Romie
wrap
'em like a mummy his style bummy
Puffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix
fly
deuce flicks new and improved clicks Wu-kit
Blood on the barrel of a
desert out in the desert
no shade'll live in my square blow the present
Clue
Red meat Shallah want adapt to collect acting like you
iller on some
serial killer you wack duke shirt off
react like I'm bagging up stabbing up
what collect
a brick pop shit in the six trunk
Nah nah man, Nah man you
wanna have that shit again
Why you ain't taking this shit to be something
that
it really is man?
This you life man,
Shoalin and desert
storm
This mic man he he acting stupid on me man
What What What
Verse
2:
Yo, Aiyyo, yo
Moseyin thousand dollar uniform you want
Celine Dion
chickenheads yo straight out of Houston
Big ballers wall to wall brawlers
die for us
Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us
Creepin' through
the halls on a keyboard
Friendly blessed dress and all Fendi
voice rock
don't offend me intimidation make
me blow for the station rep for one
nation
Ghetto bust like revelation, analyse
losin' two wives livin' two
lives
Crew rise American Cream new guys
Two hundred pies get rich and
plan sweet
Rappin' like mines you writing like mines they lines
Grab my
dick stay in line we come to whip nines
Hold lot of carrying time and
teaching crackers how
to shine, oh yeah one thing recognise fucking
wit
the young keep 'em organised rest in peace
Donny my soul cries, What
I
dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Natural light up, light up, that's
my word
This is this is for Clue right here dunn
Verse 3:
I'm third
rail though half seal and I blow
Robert Deniro dough gundelero let the steel
blow
Here me yo wild Trump style dunns connect
three hundred ones while
floating like a
?macual chest bloaw? most craziest laziest
All I seeing
blazes majorness mechanic wreckor
on a beige disc payin whether level bank
rolls freakin'
plain clothes Lex big six arrange those snotty nose
pose
dark skinned hoes crazy ill fly jersey exposed
neck rolls fuck your set
flash let those stare the
Lex nose watching vet po posing wit the most
fly
livest gortex made in Mexico, Brancs fifteen five
Celine Dion ties
two thousand nine bubble eye shit
*talking by Raekwon and DJ Clue*
Clue
Killuminati
John Gotti story right here fella
Huh, Yeah, Word up