DJ Clue - Brown Paper Bag Thoughts lyrics

rate me

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