The Brown Stains Of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12 (remix)

Oh, you the motherfucking man, huh?

Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands, huh?

Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams, huh?

Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh?

You see, that's the bullshit that I don't need

I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me

See, I look in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"

And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow

Your neck reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow

Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos

They know they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto

Before they see some halos, and I reload the ammo

Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o

I tell my fucking

Now lets reload the aim-o

Can't a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?

Want the truth in the

And you can get your ass like a kick in the

Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm good

That boy's not that bad, enh, it's no biggy

It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo

We black out, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy

No ship in this series, and I just want Iggy, man

We been Batmen since Batman have a sidekick

Catch me in some vans like one of them soccer mamas

bitches like the family went to a (Oh no!)

You can't bitch, I'm a problem

You get fucked up like the thoughts this side of my noggin

Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter

All my shows got one black in it like Larry David

And I'm that nigga

Meaning I'm two niggas

I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking bingo

Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole

And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow

Don't get offended, love being darkskinned

23 with the crib and I don't got no tenants

And I don't like sports, but the court got a tennis

Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness

See, that's the cherry bomb, get my burr on

That's McLaren, chevron

Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans

Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)

Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but kinda macho, boy

I got some vatos shadow , he kinda loco

Pack a pistol, we splitting nachos

Then for that cheese, boy, he some shells just like a taco

So grab your goggles, nigga

Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of that

Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running that

Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that

(Man, he really took the store)