Brown Paper Bag Thoughts Lyrics
| Song | Brown Paper Bag Thoughts |
| Artist | DJ Clue? |
| Artist | Corey Woods |
| Album | The Professional |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ifill, Shaw, Wood | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Ifill, Shaw, Wood | |
| 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 | |
| Wukit 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 |
| zuò cí : Ifill, Shaw, Wood | |
| 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 | |
| Wukit 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 |
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