D. Brown - They Wanna Be D-Brown lyrics

[DJ Don Juan] Awwwwwwwww Shiiiiiiiiiiitttttt!!! [Verse 1: Tha Real D-Brown] Yo Yo Yo Yo lets take it back to the strip, back to the block Where the feens want that good sh** Down with the n***as on the corner off the strip With they pound 'round they waist Tryin' ta stack they chips, dunny sh**'s real, I know I told you before n***as 'ill bang ya head out dauwg, solo with that blau I don't what you did, or what you saw n***a, I told you, unnnh, f** the law That's why I wanna hustle n***a, yo I go hard Cause ten years from now, I'm gon be Mike ?Nauj? Benzs' coupes, Ferraris, and Bentleys Chips by the stacks, and I got them by the plenty And I know you straight hatin' that yo' b**h envy me So you wanna' be like me, you wanna act like me You wanna' dress like me, you wanna' talk like me Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitcch, there's only one DB [Chorus] Unnnnh, I see these n***as dressin' like and actin' like me They wanna be D-Brown (Chorus: They wanna be D-Brown) I see these n***as talkin' like me, and rhymin' like me They wanna be D-Brown (Chorus: They wanna be D-Brown) I see these n***as on the strip, tryin' ta hussle it down They wanna be D-Brown (Chorus: They wanna be D-Brown) Biiitch, but guuuesss whatt????????/ (What?) There's only one D-Brown, n**uuh [Verse 2: Tha Real D-Brown] Why you straight hatin'? The chips that I'm makin', is the block what I'm rapin' My tools got yo' head shaped You know my steeeez, I run my treeees Get low with a ho', but for her to be on her knees Let this beef talk I'm spittin' in threes This ain't talk about sluggy's, they talkin' 'bout thugs One in my hand, the in my man's right hand So if they gun jam, n***a for sure, we gon' git chya' man I could put chya' hands up n***a, like one of my fans But grands at yo' feet, n***a But you yellin', screamin' "D-Brown, you the man!" I told you n***a, you the one to fuuuuck with the fam' Here comes your arms, and knife legs, maybe your hands But yo f**in' with the money, screw it up my clamps I'm that n***a with that ill team That Get-Mad Craig, smoke that sticky green Plus cash 'nuf checks for all my feens Time ta' f** 'nd this n***a be a me, b**h n***a [Chorus] Unnnnh, I see these n***as dressin' like and actin' like me They wanna be D-Brown (Chorus: They wanna be D-Brown) I see these n***as talkin' like me, and rhymin' like me They wanna be D-Brown (Chorus: They wanna be D-Brown) I see these n***as on the strip, tryin' ta hussle it down They wanna be D-Brown (Chorus: They wanna be D-Brown)