M.O.P.

M.O.P. - Welcome To Brownsville lyrics

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Ah here we go, here we go
 I gotta go (ahahahaha)
 Ehh, you motherfuckers (arhd)
 Ehh, I just gotta dig on
 Play my track


 [Teflon]
 Aha
 City All
 Yeah (oww)
 4 life
 Life, uh

 [Chorus: Teflon]
 Ayo, it's all live nigga
 But it's allright, one fine, fo' fine nigga
 But it's all tight (gimme that!)
 Where you from nigga? (that's right)
 Make it real clear (clear!)
 The ville (ville!) (that's right)
 Here (Hell yeah!)
 We still here

 [Teflon]
 Another year scratchin'
 But this time around, Loud that got down with the action
 Nigga, y'all know what's happenin'
 We full grown nigga
 What you call Hell, we call home
 So pack your fuckin' bags and move on nigga
 Hostile takeover, still got the camp time
 Lock and let this deal pop
 I..take your place soldier
 Nine years frontin', been a long time comin'
 And you can bet your sweet ass to comin' from all my cousins
 I'm a Brownsville slugger with a pound's where I slug ya
 And them hounds will mug ya but the town still love ya
 (Fi-Ayaaah!) get yours
 Get raw, get pissed off
 We trained them up to the big door
 Train hard to get your cabin twist off
 This tough law baby
 But you still got to learn how to bust laws crazy
 On a hilltop but you still got some rough dogs baby
 It's all fundamental to hold guns and blow guns is a sin too
 Welcome to Brownsville

 [Chorus with variations]

 [Lil Fame]
 Whatever, whatever nigga
 I grip it, cock it
 Pop, pop, pop, pop it til your blood run
 Hear the flood come now!
 You niggaz just called amnesia
 I should grap this fuckin' bat and beat your ass into a seizure

 [Teflon]
 Let 'em know who's real son
 This ain't no luggage tight trippin'
 M.O.P. first fam, slip the clippin' right

 [Lil Fame]
 Heat up your chest and mind
 Show your people flesh and blood
 When I join the gun orgie with this forty-edged doe (OHH!)
 I put it down with my niggaz from the dungeon
 Since the day the pigeon coohs Kelly caught your free lunches
 We hit the industry and straight send it for the hill
 Ain't nothin' worse I spit it
 Bitch I did it for the Ville (C'MON!)
 I'm from B-R-O-W-N-S-V-I-double L-E
 What the fuck you gon' tell me?
 This is the place where M.O.P. foundation was built
 And some of the illest killaz was killed

 [Chorus w/ variations]

 [Billy Danze]
 Nigga, you fuckin' witcha man the Danze now!
 (SHOULD YOU BE ALARMED?!!) should you be alarmed?
 You betta grease your palms, you betta grip your arms
 And step lightly, I pop shots from both so don't intize me
 It's the RETURN of the realest niggaz M.O.P. (FIRST FAMILY!)
 Some of the world's illest niggaz
 Guerilla niggaz with all intention to win
 All intention to sin
 It's on a pop and again nigga (Man, fuck M.O.P!)
 Whoa Flip, he's just playin'
 It's time for you's the man
 Don't understand what he is sayin'
 Maybe he don't see Manna P logo for they post it
 Maybe he didn't know Shaq was back in double toasted
 Ready to smoke shit (THE OL' BK WAY!)
 We gentlemen tell em all goddamn day
 Say what you wanna say about it but don't doubt it
 I fill your face from eleven knocks, holes through the back
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Loud Records, LLC

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Released in: 2000

Language: English

Appearing on: Warriorz (2000)

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