There's a place where the boat leaves from It takes away all your big problems You got worries you can drop them in the blue ocean But you gotta get away
(J. Rwakaara/N. Brown) © copyright 2002 natfunk music BMI / Zikki Publishing ASCAP V1 Love came Soft as a breeze in May It was whispering my name Moons
be burned in Canada Than to freeze here in the south Pulling that eternal plough We've got to find a sharper blade Or have a new one made Rest awhile and cool your brow
of corned beef floating in beer He says, "Fucking Puerto Rican dope dealing punk Get your shit-brown ass out of here Fucking Puerto Rican dope-dealing punk Get your shit-brown
[Chorus - Sleepy Brown] Everywhere that I seem to go, all people they know There goes that man Cadillac's steady move, all ladies choose it There goes
10 And I gotta confess up, nigga this West Up! for life Chorus Verse Three: Ice Cube Now I got ta show you how the West coast rocks No razor blades, in
to take a fuckin loss, 26 up in this bitch been jammin, niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin, niggas hit the sand on the candy and them blades, niggas
cuties at nights Big heavy pots over hot stoves, Mayonnaise jars and water With rocks in 'em Got my whole project outta order A KILO IS A THOUSAND GRAMS Beige, gold, brown
fainted dead on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh shit Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs Masquerading X-rated throw blades
off like drapes Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face Razor blade sharp
Everybody asks me what, everybody asks me who Everybody asks me why I do what I do I walk around the town with a paper bag that's brown With a beer inside
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9 Number 9, number 9, number Then there's this Welsh rabbit wearing some brown
to slime her Wine and dine thine Is minor When it's time to grind her Blind with signs I'm gonna find a vagina Mouth bowls you came to brown hoes The
a man's world, pricks, no broads allowed All my niggaz with that raw allowed All my niggaz with they fours allowed Who won't hesitate to bang a nigga, right in between they brows
splizit, your fuckin' head The queen I mean the king , I mean he learned many trades Comin' to get'cha round the pen, ready to unwrap your braids Gay blade
till the day we die Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have to erupt So motherfucker west up Now I got ta show you how the west coast rocks No razor blades in my
the residue and the fumes from next do' Ughhh, turf superstar, microwaves and pickle jars Portable digital scales, custom painted muscle cars Pimpin where the razor blade
on nigga run up I'm runnin' with the gym blade in my fitted now Fuck around with me and get knitted down So much green cant remember the last time I shitted brown
