Song | Brown Skin Woman |
Artist | KRS-One |
Album | Return of the Boom Bap |
{kid capri} | |
Aiyyo kris, yo yo yo! | |
That was fresh, come with that next shit | |
Uhh! fat fat fat fat beats! .. | |
How refreshing is it really? | |
How refreshing is it really?! | |
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! whoo! .. | |
Big shout out to philly in the house | |
G. simone, you know you're not alone | |
Krs-one on the micraphone | |
Now we gonna come down ruffneck like this now seen? | |
Mad lion hold tight | |
Chorus: | |
Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a hoe | |
Any man that drop the lyric what we give them the bo | |
Brown skin woman you a queen and not a hoe | |
Any man that drop the lyric what we give them the bo | |
Verse one: | |
We don't come with disrespect, we come with intellect | |
If you come with disrespect you get a rope around your neck | |
Some people don't expect me, to be so violent | |
But me nah violent, just myself i protect | |
Too many time i see, young gwal pickadee | |
Pay five ten twenty thirty dollar to see | |
Some rapper some singer some .. celebrity | |
Talk bout they wan fi sex up and fill up you body | |
But them nah talk about peelin off some money | |
For the pumpin onna bed, when you haf the baby | |
Whattaya think can happen next? after you're done havin sex? | |
Too much of ignorance, not enough intellence | |
Mahn me not against sex, but too many dj | |
Talk sex but them not talk about the next day | |
Cause the next day them gone, and you sit alone | |
Got em soup up your mic, pon de micraphone | |
Chorus (w/ minor variations) | |
Verse two: | |
Brown skin gwal them can't diss yo | |
Cause you run the show-ow-ow! | |
Them call you all type of bimbo | |
But you know you're not a hoe-oe-oe! | |
Bwoy pickade, check out your history | |
Brown man is a god in any ci-ty | |
White, man knew dat, and dat was a shock | |
So dem whip up your bod', and dem whippin not stop | |
But dem nah can't stop us wit de whip and de chain | |
So dem take away your history, erase your name | |
Still, with no name, with no fight, with no fuss | |
We just, take on the name, that massa give us | |
That name is ni-gga, the correct is ne-gro | |
It's spa-nish for black, white mahn call us dat | |
There is also ne-groid, also ne-gro | |
Now, all nigga pon the corner playin cee-lo | |
Man you're not a ne-gro, cause you're skin is not black | |
Take a look at yourself, you're brown and that's a fact | |
You not jump from no tree, you not live in no cave | |
That's some garbage dem print, dem want you to behave! | |
You a african man, some say asian | |
You must respect your love, all brown skin 'oman! | |
If you diss your 'oman, you not come wit no plan | |
So shut up your mowf, til you must understand! | |
Chorus (w/ minor variations) | |
Outro: | |
I know you want me to call you a nigga.. no! | |
I know you want me to call you a hoe.. no! | |
I know you want me to call you a bitch.. no! | |
This is how it go! | |
{kid capri} | |
Yes kris, you're large! | |
Another fat production by the kiiiiid capri | |
Big shouts to the engineer naughty | |
Big shouts to luca, and we outttttttta here! | |
Peeeeeeeeeeace! |
kid capri | |
Aiyyo kris, yo yo yo! | |
That was fresh, come with that next shit | |
Uhh! fat fat fat fat beats! .. | |
How refreshing is it really? | |
How refreshing is it really?! | |
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! whoo! .. | |
Big shout out to philly in the house | |
G. simone, you know you' re not alone | |
Krsone on the micraphone | |
Now we gonna come down ruffneck like this now seen? | |
Mad lion hold tight | |
Chorus: | |
Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a hoe | |
Any man that drop the lyric what we give them the bo | |
Brown skin woman you a queen and not a hoe | |
Any man that drop the lyric what we give them the bo | |
Verse one: | |
We don' t come with disrespect, we come with intellect | |
If you come with disrespect you get a rope around your neck | |
Some people don' t expect me, to be so violent | |
But me nah violent, just myself i protect | |
Too many time i see, young gwal pickadee | |
Pay five ten twenty thirty dollar to see | |
Some rapper some singer some .. celebrity | |
Talk bout they wan fi sex up and fill up you body | |
But them nah talk about peelin off some money | |
For the pumpin onna bed, when you haf the baby | |
Whattaya think can happen next? after you' re done havin sex? | |
Too much of ignorance, not enough intellence | |
Mahn me not against sex, but too many dj | |
Talk sex but them not talk about the next day | |
Cause the next day them gone, and you sit alone | |
Got em soup up your mic, pon de micraphone | |
Chorus w minor variations | |
Verse two: | |
Brown skin gwal them can' t diss yo | |
Cause you run the showowow! | |
Them call you all type of bimbo | |
But you know you' re not a hoeoeoe! | |
Bwoy pickade, check out your history | |
Brown man is a god in any city | |
White, man knew dat, and dat was a shock | |
So dem whip up your bod', and dem whippin not stop | |
But dem nah can' t stop us wit de whip and de chain | |
So dem take away your history, erase your name | |
Still, with no name, with no fight, with no fuss | |
We just, take on the name, that massa give us | |
That name is nigga, the correct is negro | |
It' s spanish for black, white mahn call us dat | |
There is also negroid, also negro | |
Now, all nigga pon the corner playin ceelo | |
Man you' re not a negro, cause you' re skin is not black | |
Take a look at yourself, you' re brown and that' s a fact | |
You not jump from no tree, you not live in no cave | |
That' s some garbage dem print, dem want you to behave! | |
You a african man, some say asian | |
You must respect your love, all brown skin ' oman! | |
If you diss your ' oman, you not come wit no plan | |
So shut up your mowf, til you must understand! | |
Chorus w minor variations | |
Outro: | |
I know you want me to call you a nigga.. no! | |
I know you want me to call you a hoe.. no! | |
I know you want me to call you a bitch.. no! | |
This is how it go! | |
kid capri | |
Yes kris, you' re large! | |
Another fat production by the kiiiiid capri | |
Big shouts to the engineer naughty | |
Big shouts to luca, and we outttttttta here! | |
Peeeeeeeeeeace! |