THE BROWN STAINS OF DARKEESE LATIFAH PART 6-12 (REMIX)

Oh, you the motherfucking man, huh?

Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands, huh?

Oh, you be trapping out the bando, selling grams, huh?

Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean and popping Xans, huh?

You see, that's the bullshit that I don't need

I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me

See, I looked in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"

And I said, "Hey man, I agree"

Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow

Your neck reflect your personality, and mine is yellow

Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos

They know, they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto

Before they see some halos, and I reload the ammo

Boy, it's Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o

Until my fucking brain go, now let's reload the aim-o

Can't a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?

I'm the truth and the dare

And you can get your ass beat just like the kick and the snare (ayo)

Schoolyboy is my niggy, you know I'm good in the 50s

That boy not that bad, eh, it's no Biggie

It's the G-O, and the L-F, we go-go, no homo

We blackout, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy

No ship in this series, since I pissed off Iggy man (what?)

Been that man since Batman had a sidekick

Catch me in some Vans like one of them soccer mamas

And them bitches blue like that family went to a Dodger

Solve 'em (oh no), you can't bitch, I'm a problem

And you'll get fucked up like the thoughts inside of my noggin (yeah)

Going harder than the Quidditch in Harry Potter

All my shows got one black in it like Larry David

And I'm that nigga, meaning I'm two niggas, I'm schizo (yeah, uh)

Brent Lowe, mind motherfuckin' been gone

Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole

And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow (nigga)

Don't get offended, love being darkskinned-ed

Twenty-three with a crib, and I don't got no tenants

And I don't like sports, but the court got a tennis

Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my business