didn't, yes he did Bank your chin in her crib This ain't no fed But now he did On the other side where the cowboys at Where the brown blast black And
you can carry And those sleeves not six months old Tell tall tales of your story Polluted air filled with your sound You're all big package and low brow
(feat. Jack Johnson) Johnny wanna be a big star Get on stage and play the guitar Make a little money, buy a fancy car Big old house and an alligator
you just a piss in the gale force winds Battling me like I have to start busting for you I'm like a suspect package, I got nothing to prove Fuck it, I
and tried to box up all the dreams in neat little packages like widgets for the factory all the while watching big brother watching big brother watching big
tried to box up all the dreams in neat little packages like widgets for the factory all the while watching big brother watching big brother watching big
Kim (Hook - B.G.) Big Tymers don't trust hoes, Big Tymers don't love hoes After they finished with 'em, them niggas they'll shove hoes Big Tymers - they
got rid of that fool" He said, "There's a concert goin' downtown, The O'Jays, Whispers and James Brown" "Before you come can you make this round, we got a package
the 400, but I ain't got money for the toll there Traffic backed up ahead of me, I see the road flares School bus on my right, kids laughin' with brown
folded behind her back. She stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living room: "I don't know." Inside the package Waldo
behind her back. S he stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living room. "I don't know." Inside the package Waldo quivered
[Kool Keith] Yeah! We here tonight, live on stage! Quincy Jones.. James Brown.. Prince.. Madonna.. and of course.. Kool Keith! <a href="http://www
and pulled off her Calvin Kleins I saw Tampax, gonorrhea red stopsigns I looked at her and said, "Mmm.. put your panties back on" then jerked off to Foxy Brown
on your face and every nap on your head I be set for a week while I'm back from the dread, With a brown bag fluffy as a package of bread HAHAHA... [Part
down roll it up Light the brown bubble gum Drinkin' 'till I'm throwin' up Ya'll smokin' dro or what? I'm still growin' up Fuck all that forever shit Big
arm Hustle til the package is gone, never tuck in my charm, cuz I'm I'm dope, nigga (now I'm out to my dope) (Nino Brown takeover, that's how I roll)
packs, to feed, takin what we need to succeed, you know what we gon' do, on this road We gon' explode, now are you ready for this territory Makin our life one big