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Ladies and gentlemen I'm 'bout to bring you Brownsville projects' finest Son, who dat? It's my mothafuckin' road dawg So what's his name? Sean P Aw, shit... Dude, my YouTube views and my skits Better than all your bullshit Pull piff, spit shit from the pulpit [?] from Falcon Crest for filmin' the full clips Ch-ch-ch, ch-ch-ch Check out my melody Cops pulled me over, the soldier checked out my felonies Spewed lines newer, do-crime shooter Junior, Donkey Sean two-time loser Uh, one more strike and I'm out Son raw, no gun drawn, Sean fightin' it out 52 block, I'm critical, box your face, fucker Shotty and shells [?] the spot, I'm a gauge stuffer Playin' the game, lames be playin' the game of dice Peter Pop Off, bitches I'm playin' the game of life, P Shit cost twelve, retail is seven See you in hell, details at eleven Ay Songtexte You should know that I don't fuck around Nah, I don't fuck around Every time I come around Anytime I come around Motherfuckers hit the ground 'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down You should know that I don't fuck around Nah, I don't fuck around Every time I come around Anytime I come around Motherfuckers hit the ground 'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down Uh From down in hell, where fire come with them grills Different feel, not the mind of a infant but infant meals It's a ball parade, where y'all be floatin', you like a used bidet Sharp with it, y'all couldn't cut it with a katana blade Get the smoker to creep up on you and choke ya I'll pay the boulders, tryin' not to hit the pens like ebola Dark souls, we displayin' metal like car shows Get the dough, we done housed more white than Park Slope Don't be a bar code and get lined up, it's nothin' gastric But by the stomach know there's somethin' tucked The stitchin' custom, what you cut from? Not accustomed From the 'ville, no vodka, we do the rushin' You feds recon, hands movin' like the Wii on In the game, better stay froggy, but never leap wrong So guard your grip, the 'ville, we clique I'm from Strauss, but the only auto parts is clips And we rip You should know that I don't fuck around Nah, I don't fuck around Every time I come around Anytime I come around Motherfuckers hit the ground 'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down You should know that I don't fuck around Nah, I don't fuck around Every time I come around Anytime I come around Motherfuckers hit the ground 'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down Yo, our energy from the same source We're cut from the same cloth Duck, hold the fort down and let them things off Change course if you ever thinkin' of tryin' us We cop out? Them Glocks out, like a buy-or-bust Kick the door in, make 'em hit the floor, tie 'em up He in the car, hogtied, jaw wired up (ssh) Listen up, them Hill niggas don't give a fuck We'll pistol whip ya, get your cash to split it up (yeah) We live it up around this mothafucka (beware) Shit get rough around this mothafucka Come at your own risk, we don't miss Fuck around, you get hit up on your own strip You know how it go when the heat up In Brownsville, everybody, even the chicks G'd up We all fight all night, we don't know how to ease up Get you and your bitch beat up Somebody better tell 'em You should know that I don't fuck around Nah, I don't fuck around Every time I come around Anytime I come around Motherfuckers hit the ground 'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down You should know that I don't fuck around Nah, I don't fuck around Every time I come around Anytime I come around Motherfuckers hit the ground 'Cause I know my way around, get down, lay down Aus Songtexte Mania