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Pop Da Brown Hornet - Sun Neva Chill lyrics
[Intro] Oh shit, it's the Phantom baby With the Brown Bomber, baby Smoke Records, muthafucka MCA, 2000, uh-huh [Pop Da Brown Hornet] It's only Pop and I'm hangin MC's like a stockin Leavin them no option, throwin the towel Or gettin they face boxed in No time for B.S.'in, second guessin, all that's outta the question I'm here to terrorize, make rappers apologize I refuse to lose, I'm beat, battered and bruised Now that I'm on, fuck payin dudes Fuck all of youse, I'm bad news to goody two shoes Who be finger snappin and toe tappin I'm that kid that keep it crackin, cuz I'm what's happenin I love this game with a passion, stop askin How do you like me now, that I'm the last one laughin Hole fucked up, puffin on Alaskan Hundred miles an hour, eyes closed, without crashin Constantly, I gotta flip they wig For I'm the kid, that got the state pumpin in they trips CD, cassette, car, jeep, chopper or plane Girls screamin my name, it's all part of the game No sloppy copies, it's ya black Poppy Rollin in between the sheets, been missin for weeks Chorus 2X: The sun neva chill, I melt down ya ice grill Cats be coolin down, I neva had, I neva will I refuse to stop, look around the rock That's why no one can do it quite like MC Pop [Pop Da Brown Hornet] Ladies and gentlemen, feel the adrenaline rush Two triple oh, from poor to plush Started workin out, I went from gut to cuts Now when they see me it be |
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