here comes my partner Sittin fat up some D s [Verse 4] Well as I stroll I steady see the O glidin on my right Pull up as we stop at a red light Check
me dancin all night long [x4] Now what you hear is not a test It's from ol school ta new school comin' back wit a twist, it's the lighter shade bringing
No laxative for the shit that we get So pass it on to Mike you Mikey he likes it Others disapprove of the move that we swing Not a brown underground thing
: [Verse 1: ODM] Well you ask me what the definition of a homie is A friend till the end, but some start when you're kids Little traviesos that are always
On a Sunday afternoon [Chorus] We were chillin at the park Just waiting for the sun to go down It was me Shylo and the homies A Lighter Shade of Brown
: [Verse 1] Mama wanna play by the rules... G Gets out the pin Boy... yah lookin healthy Wanna live large Take charge that's priority Who's the man in
break of dawn Now I'm a P-L-A a Y-E-R a G with a double E See a we go by the unforgetable clique of Lighter Shade of Brown you see nooooowwww My name
the hero A zero I'm not And I got a lot of pride Brown pride that is So a few of you might not understand I got the juice together of own brown clan
drippin', the ways of Carlito Blaze, torpedo Cigars drop robes Hoes Drop clothes Louis The XIII freaks Women nice size I ride Like Porsches Thick, brown
I know you're mad boi And I ain't trying to brag I'm just talking about the shit That you wish you had My tattoos compliment my attitude Light skin nigga
Drink a finger with the nugget rings Pow, take one from the needle How you feelin' now? Purple moons and lucky charms Yeah, that's the sound But veins turnin' brown
light, (I seen the light) I seen the light [End adlibs:] all the things I heard about, I read about it I read about it oh, I seen the light I seen the light
Walkin' through the fog on a cold and cloudy night Lookin' through the smog that surrounds the mornin' light The shades of brown. it gets me down, exactly
apologies, for Africa to America oddesseys Guerilla-type tactics on them socialistic fallacies It be about, the devestations of the social doministic thought Keep a brown
the garden all in the dirt Roll around, Georgia Brown that's the way that I like it twerk Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade
yeah one thing recognize fucking wit the young keep 'em organized rest in peace, Donny, my soul cries, what? I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it Natural light up, light
But when you're talking skin tone, let's not fuck around Cause no one's really black or white, we're all just shades of brown Black hearted, black beard
It's black magic, do you believe in magic? It's black magic, I believe in In magic, a dimension of sight and sound Where people see in only shades of brown