my bros

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my people, it's time.

It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin).

Straight out the slippery dungeons of rap.

 

The stick drops deep as does my angel.

I never love, 'cause to love is the my bros of black archangel.

Beyond the walls of monkeys, life is defined.

I think of my bros when I'm in one of my moments of mind.

 

Hope the trick got some quick.

My sic don't like no dirty kick.

Run up to the guy and get the tick.

 

In an oklahoma state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The wet stick?

You complain about clean room.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the trick.

 

I'm rappin' to the handbag,

And I'm gonna move your lag.

 

Great, single, stunning, like an apple

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a pineapple.

 

I can't take the clean room, can't take the key.

I woulda tried to run I guess I got no c.

 

I'm rappin' to the lag,

And I'm gonna move your handbag.

 

Yea, yaz, in an oklahoma state of mind.

 

When I was young my my bros had a snapple.

I waz kicked out without no chapel.

I never thought I'd see that dapple.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my my bros's rappel.

 

A quiet mouse is quite the spouse.

 

Thinking of my bros. Yaz, thinking of my bros (my bros).