Brown Bag AllStars - BRWN lyrics

Soul Khan i got a beer in a bag and
The color of the paper is bROWN
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
If you got liquor in the flask
I'mma ask you to pass me that bROWN
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
BK to BX, y'all be puttin' down for that
BROWN yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
And if you're rocking with
The Brown Bag AllStars, just say
BROWN yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about

Son, I'm back like I never left
Oh wait, I never did
They're on their last leg
Begging me to let 'em live
But when the hype's behind us
I'mma let 'em in
And tear the lungs out of their
Chest to get my second wind
I'm not your buddy, and I am not your bro
Just because you bought a couple
Tickets to the show
For once I'll keep it simple
Just so I can let 'em know
I'm your new adopted daddy
Here to teach you how to grow

Brown like the color that my
Skin has laced with
These dudes be confused trying to use
The dues that i've paid, shit
A noose for the few trying to get
The juice but can't hang with, the
(brown) must be mixed up so like
Bishop off the roof bitch
You won't be fly for long
Cuz we shatter your career
When the Brown Bag's in the building
Son the gravity is here
While they ramble in your ear bout
How they damaging this here
I leave the snakes to rattle I
Shake they babbling till I'm clear
You hear?

I got a beer in a bag and
The color of the paper is bROWN
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
If you got liquor in the flask
I'mma ask you to pass me that bROWN
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
BK to BX, y'all be puttin' down for that
BROWN yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
And if you're rocking with
The Brown Bag AllStars, just say
BROWN yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about

I threw a dime in the wishing well
She was pissed with wet clothes
Shred em off yes a boss this
Is how I get hoes
You porn hubbin' I'm porn fucking
On the west coast
Rows of girls lined up with
Lines of the best blow
The next stop atlantic so
Sick of train traffic
My ex might have panicked don't
Stick with pain addicts
My favorite bodega is the
One we're named after
Brown Bag on your house magnet raise glasses

The new Sinatra in blue blockers
With "Who Shot Ya?"
Bumpin while I cruise 'round Vegas
With my homie Shake i'm Bo Jackson
So old fashion the flows ashin
Watch your funeral
Closed casket in closed caption
I don't owe you nothin, listen what I say now
Kettle in the lab
Now I'm dancin like James Brown
We steady shittin on everybody I mean that
They'll be glad the second we
Check in rehab never

I got a beer in a bag and
The color of the paper is bROWN
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
If you got liquor in the flask
I'mma ask you to pass me that bROWN
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
BK to BX, y'all be puttin' down for that
BROWN yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
And if you're rocking with
The Brown Bag AllStars, just say
BROWN yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about