A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast
To show off my bars pick apart the carcass of deceased
The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town
Then you say your sorry like chris brown
This my album, and when your parents try to come around
And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown
Ima slow it down, down, down
Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,
So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown
I go dough let around, my ho slow head around
R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco
I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show
Later on in his life he graduates from brown
Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown
I drive that all around
It's just my soda mixed with brown
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