Life of the Browns
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Let's go back to a phat track
Packed with a black gat
So all that smack got pinned like a thumbtack
I go solo, flow from the intro
Know from the getty-go that I'm a pro so
Fix your tricks and pick bits of old hits
Mixed with fits and don't forget the new shit
Cause many styles vary, this is true
So like Tevin Campbell, "Tell me what you want me to do"
Cause anything and everything can mean many things
So I bring a string of the swing
And like kings and queens
What it means is that my people are seen
And everything's clean in the bloodstream
Creams the crops stop the flops
So now there's not a whole lot of pissin' in the pot
Spots where I might lounge
And many of my kind are pretty much found
It's like our own town, and no one comes around
Except for insurance men that want something down
Now, now, now, no one's at home
And if you come later, (No one's at home)
And if you come tomorrow, (No one's at home)
Come next week, (No one's at home)
So let's take a broom, or should I say a Caddy
And get pulled over and put in the paddy
And get handcuffed, but still handle rough
"Do you have enough?" he asked while he huffed
And puffed, "You're tired to blow my black ass down?"
But that's how it is, yeah, in the life of the Browns
Judge Carlin, my niece got shot in the head
And she's dead, old woman lady just filled her with lead
She said she didn't pay for the orange juice
And she tried to cut loose with the produce
But I object cause the old lady can't sing
And she's not even a part of this country
And she's already shot one of my kind
And you don't even mind
Fifteen year old life just snuffed out
Is this what America's all about?
So Judge Carlin, what's your verdict?
Couldn't believe it when I heard it
Five years probation
But this is the shit that we're facin' in the life of the Browns
So me and my boys wanna chill
Ridin' in a '66 Buick Seville
Doin' about thirty, we let down the top
Next thing I know, a brother gets stopped
So I clenched my teeth cause police got beef
Three young brothers in the fine antique
He asked for my license, "Step away from the car"
Hands in the air, now he's takin' it too far
Two more cop cars pulled up in the front
With dogs in the back like they goin' on a hunt
And now my partners are layin' on the ground
But someone's barkin' what sounds like a dog pound
"Keep 'em off my paint job!" I yelled to the cop
"Keep your mouths shut, nigga, we're lookin' for a rock"
So why you stop me? 'Cause drugs ain't my style
Once again, I fit the profile in the life of the Browns
Ah, yes, I'm applying for a job
You need a hard worker, that's a problem I can solve
I'll work full-time or as long as I have to
I just finished school with a kid to look after
I have much experience in jobs such as these
Will you hire me, will you hire me please?
Minimum wage? I thought you paid more
Cause that's what the sign says on the front door
But I need a job, so I really won't complain
I'll just work hard and I'll make a good name
Oh, what a shame, it's like that now
But that's how it is, in the life of the Browns