Steffon - Cool Brown Brother lyrics

[Verse 1] When I track I flip back like an acrobat Now due to the bounce and the ba** I got it like that Dropping sh** like Al Bundy For the money, honey Now, who's the dummy Rolls of fresh hundreds in my gunny Sack, mack, sharp as a tack So watch where you're steppin Or your feets'll go flat So spare me with the drama mama Trip to the Bahamas You will not be taken me Cause ya sugar daddy's awaken I don't eat pork So I ain't bringing ya home no bacon I don't flizz? at you and you in a grunion no what am making Now that I know, that you know, that I know, what you know Go with the flow or be heading out the door Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Catch the s**a by the toe Then if he hollas let him go Hell no A lot of rappers do a snitch in the 90's I'm leaving them bound and gagged And with ya women you'll find me [Chorus] Don't stop me Not now Cause I'm a cool brown brother And I'll show you how Don't stop me Not now Cause I'm a cool brown brother And I'll show you how [Verse 2] Back like the river This is really in the middle Coming smooth like a violin Never play you like a fiddle 6 foot, weight 1-8-5 to be exact Gold tee, gold shoe Having like brown black guy But I don't sing Swing to the funk rhythm beat And a bring Ding ding ding Ring the alarm Money in my pocket is my good luck charm A benny out a pennies from Cali to Hongkong Up from the Bronx to the roads of Mexico And of to Jamaica where the big buds grow And smoke on and on, like a fat blunt Also catch the rhythm like a pack wild dogs on a fox hunt I seek and destroy as if I had some Tasmanian in me And heat the party up like a tree So tim-ber When you hear the clamber of the drum Come from the booming system And any MC stepping up will discover you'll get smoothered Word to mother Cause I'm a bad brown brother [Bridge] Party people over here Party people everywhere Party people over here Party people everywhere [Verse 3] Now with the beat put toghether Like elements in a potion Combined with my thoughts When my mouth is in motion And I'd like to know if You got the notion I said I'd like to know if You got the notion Lyrical concepts Deep like the ocean Music is the trade Triple A is the grade 25 is the age Stepping on stage in a rage Knock a wild tiger out his cage Spitting out lyrics like bucks from a gage Rome cha-chick Kaoboom to ya dome So peep a level head Or ya head u'll get flown Time is money and money is rhyme So I clock a rhyme like a clock hits time And a tick tock and ya don't stop, huh A tick tock and a won't stop, hah A tick tock and I can't stop, hu Cause that's how I clocks my notts [Chorus]