Mr. Brown

Oh yeah, who wanna rip with Styles?
The whole place on the lookout for Mr. Brown
We got plenty of clues and forensic files
Plus envious crews so we trip for miles
It's Mr. Brown, yeah, you know the drill
Never holding 'em still, roll 'em over the hill
Just slide, close your mouth and open the blinds
Clip the wings off a bird and let it float to the side
Say what, what, what to hear me calling

Shouting out my name and playing this in their walk
Ayo, crash the gates, ayo, pack the place up
Break stuff, taking all the paper
I'ma stay laced up, keep a shank tucked
Take a pay cut, even let you keep the dang pay stub (Really?)
Say something punk, what, put away the blank gun
Fakes wanna talk about bank but they make none
Live from the sweatbox, sucking all the props up
Pop some, looking for the fox hunt, peace

One shot, full clip, one up in the chamber
Danger, you know how we come coming
Rock 40-inch cables
What the drilly with that though, dick blower
One shot, full clip, one up in the chamber
Danger, you know how we come coming
Rock 40-inch cables
What the drilly with that though, dick blower

Yo, the joke's over, slap the bloke sober
Catch a.40 caliber case of glaucoma
Riders like Johnny Depp rolling with Winona
Big trunk full of shit, blow the globe up
So what, nobody knows us, got no love
Pop six Ryu and Tak, cops know what it does
Hot shit by the bungalow, drop the bloody glove
And won't get caught killing today, baby, 'cause I'm a thug

Bottles of beer on the land of five horses
Man who wasn't there like Billy Bob Thornton

Crushed groove laminate, stepping into the scene
Fertilize newborns, a requiem for a dream
It's Mr. Brown, legendary assignment
Searchlights hover but can't seem to find him
Track down whatever you can in the mist
In this case, it's strictly the hand over fist
So keep your eyes peeled, post and look fresh
Like Mammoth and Ideal, hope to hook checks
Ayo, what's up? Taking the blows plus
Jack whoever want it with us, get slapped up

Let it be known, Mr. Brown got something to bust
The blue steel touching his nuts, the pump got a sick mind of its own
Oh, cracking the globe like the edible egg
A nuclear rap bazooka with incredible aim
Who can you blame? I'm a troop cooped in a cage
And it's a thin line between a chipped tooth and a fang, come on

Yo, it's just one of those things
When you wanna ride but it just don't swing
Wanna kick a rhyme but it just don't bang
Or you got that new shit that still sounds played
Yo, it's just one of those things
When you wanna ride but it just don't swing
Wanna kick a rhyme but it just don't bang
Or you got that new shit that still sounds played

One shot, full clip, one up in the chamber
Danger, you know how we come coming
Rock 40-inch cables
What the drilly with that though, dick blower
One shot, full clip, one up in the chamber
Danger, you know how we come coming
Rock 40-inch cables
What the drilly with that though, dick blower

What the drilly with that though
What the drilly with that though
What the drilly with that though