M.o.p. - Welcome To Brownsville Lyrics
[intro]Ah here we go, here we goI gotta go (ahahahaha)Ehh, you mother*****ers (arhd)Ehh, I just gotta dig onPlay my trackBrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr[teflon]AhaCity allYeah (oww)4 lifeLife, uh[chorus: teflon]Ayo, its all live niggaBut its allright, one fine, fo fine niggaBut its all tight (gimme that!)Where you from nigga? (thats right)Make it real clear (clear!)The ville (ville!) (thats right)Here (hell yeah!)We still here[teflon]Another year scratchinBut this time around, loud that got down with the actionNigga, yall know whats happeninWe full grown niggaWhat you call hell, we call homeSo pack your *****in bags and move on niggaHostile takeover, still got the camp timeLock and let this deal popI..take your place soldierNine years frontin, been a long time cominAnd you can bet your sweet ass to comin from all my cousinsIm a brownsville slugger with a pounds where I slug yaAnd them hounds will mug ya but the town still love ya(fi-ayaaah!) get yoursGet raw, get pissed offWe trained them up to the big doorTrain hard to get your cabin twist offThis tough law babyBut you still got to learn how to bust laws crazyOn a hilltop but you still got some rough dogs babyIts all fundamental to hold guns and blow guns is a sin tooWelcome to brownsville[chorus with variations][lil fame]Whatever, whatever niggaI grip it, ***** itPop, pop, pop, pop it til your blood runHear the flood come now!You niggaz just called amnesiaI should grap this *****in bat and beat your ass into a seizure[teflon]Let em know whos real sonThis aint no luggage tight trippinM.o.p. first fam, slip the clippin right[lil fame]Heat up your chest and mindShow your people flesh and bloodWhen I join the gun orgie with this forty-edged doe (ohh!)I put it down with my niggaz from the dungeonSince the day the pigeon coohs kelly caught your free lunchesWe hit the industry and straight send it for the hillAint nothin worse I spit it***** I did it for the ville (cmon!)Im from b-r-o-w-n-s-v-i-double l-eWhat the ***** you gon tell me?This is the place where m.o.p. foundation was builtAnd some of the illest killaz was killed[chorus w/ variations][billy danze]Nigga, you *****in witcha man the danze now!(should you be alarmed? !!) should you be alarmed?You betta grease your palms, you betta grip your armsAnd step lightly, I pop shots from both so dont intize meIts the return of the realest niggaz m.o.p. (first family!)Some of the worlds illest niggazGuerilla niggaz with all intention to winAll intention to sinIts on a pop and again nigga (man, ***** m.o.p!)Whoa flip, hes just playinIts time for yous the manDont understand what he is sayinMaybe he dont see manna p logo for they post itMaybe he didnt know shaq was back in double toastedReady to smoke shit (the ol bk way!)We gentlemen tell em all goddamn daySay what you wanna say about it but dont doubt itI fill your face from eleven knocks, holes through the back[chorus w/ variations] 2xHahahahaArhhhhhhhhhhh (nigga!)Hahahaha (shhhhhhhhhhhh)HahahaNigga! (ow!)
