Redman - Branson Branson lyrics
[Redman - Branson Branson lyrics]
I'm just smoking, smoking
I'm just smoking, smoking
If you smoking on that Branson
Go and brush your shoulder off
You smoking Branson
Go and brush your shoulder off
You smoking on that Branson
Go and brush your shoulder off yo
Yo redman jump on a DWB
Cause my BMW be doing 180
Better warn a brother like WB
Fuck if you bubble a ki, put up your knuckles
Make you Hollywood, shuffle duff you
Bag you up so call me Hustle Man
Uptown strawberries haze
Switch blades in my dungarees
Pineapple weed
Look what Branson done done to me
Hash like Government cheese
Burning til my pen run out of ink
Before you blink I surrender you
Like the roller rink fuck a gram
I want your dividence or Timbalands
Silenced the lamb and my hood just
As hot as my hand
Welcome back Carter, I'm playing
I give a job to the mayor
My flow ain't hard to compare like
Martial arts in the air
We get lost in the land
Bitch licking balls in her chair
Get nut involved in her hair
Bitch I am a dog and I swear
This popping dude, papi chulo kinda cocky
Smooth
Operator, no alligator shoe, nobody move
Oil up a jam, packed like a Pakistani, yeah
You can't be him so click your
Heels, go back to Annie, yeah
Ready, cam, action
Whether Brooklyn or Acrinel
High-o listen like a wire
Turn the big apple to cider
I steal your lighter, ATL throw them bowls
Leave them shells
And the flow like Mossberg or the code
I'm just smoking, smoking
If you smoking on that Branson
Go and brush your shoulder off
You smoking Branson
Go and brush your shoulder off
You smoking on that Branson
Go and brush your shoulder off yo
Yo redman jump on a DWB
Cause my BMW be doing 180
Better warn a brother like WB
Fuck if you bubble a ki, put up your knuckles
Make you Hollywood, shuffle duff you
Bag you up so call me Hustle Man
Uptown strawberries haze
Switch blades in my dungarees
Pineapple weed
Look what Branson done done to me
Hash like Government cheese
Burning til my pen run out of ink
Before you blink I surrender you
Like the roller rink fuck a gram
I want your dividence or Timbalands
Silenced the lamb and my hood just
As hot as my hand
Welcome back Carter, I'm playing
I give a job to the mayor
My flow ain't hard to compare like
Martial arts in the air
We get lost in the land
Bitch licking balls in her chair
Get nut involved in her hair
Bitch I am a dog and I swear
This popping dude, papi chulo kinda cocky
Smooth
Operator, no alligator shoe, nobody move
Oil up a jam, packed like a Pakistani, yeah
You can't be him so click your
Heels, go back to Annie, yeah
Ready, cam, action
Whether Brooklyn or Acrinel
High-o listen like a wire
Turn the big apple to cider
I steal your lighter, ATL throw them bowls
Leave them shells
And the flow like Mossberg or the code