| Yeah
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| Seven-oh-seven
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| Yeah. |
| Charlie Hustle
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| Playa, playa
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| What’s wrong with these old niggas man?
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| D-Day, what’s wrong with these niggas?
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| What’s wrong with these niggas?
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| This fuckin game. |
| tryin to get brownie points and stripes
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| Smack points (yeah) yeah
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| You got somethin for these old niggas doe
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| What we got fo' em big balla?
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| BEOTCH!
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| What’s the subject? |
| Fo' brings niggas they Kotex
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| Where we reside I creeps my ass up inside
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| And smash these brownies off in his FACE
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| That I done shitted and pissed on, dude, HOW THAT TASTE
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| Catch him out his place, out of his area
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| With his nephew and his niece, ooh, the more the merrier
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| Nigga tried to fuck mines off (what'd he do?)
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| Tried to gauge the porch with my broads on Watoo
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| Dude you done broke fuckin code
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| I’m finst ta dump drop clip, dump-drop-clip reload
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| Be like I can motherfuckin explode
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| Talkin about I’ll be fuckin all kind of women
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| That’s B-R-P, Blade Run or Pimpin
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| Once upon a time there was this guy named Dane
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| Tried to fuck my bitch, but he Kris-Krossed game
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| I don’t owe this motherfucker in the first
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| But he done made livin in my house a whole lot worse
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| Tryin to gain some stripes
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| It’s nothin nice -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS
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| Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice
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| Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe
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| Snake eyes is crooked dice
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| It’s steaks and knives -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS
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| So-called best friend’ll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
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| And try to, put yo' ass on ice
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| For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes
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| Niggas’ll take your life just to
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| You niggas got me stuck what?
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| Watchin y’all spit it and get it fucked up
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| Lucked up, my mobb niggas, yea we gon' bust what
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| If he isn’t never see mail, cause that we sell
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| Dope by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail
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| Motherfuckers grindin but we all ain’t played
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| And all ain’t paid, now watch em all get sprayed
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| Laid back and watch him misprint it, we been spit it
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| For you newcomers who thinkin you done it, I put my fist in it
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| Let yo' bitch get it, serve a D and watch a bitch split it
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| If I ain’t wit it, it wasn’t enough fuckin chips in it
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| Niggas try to gain stripe, I flame mic
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| Got em all caught up in the same shit, call it game tight
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| Keep my name hyped, strivin to get my name right
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| When it’s fucked up, I’m the one you can blame right
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| Hatin on my niggas when I did the shit
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| Yo we the shit, represent this hogg ass bitch
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| It’s nothin nice -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS
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| Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice
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| Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe
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| Snake eyes is crooked dice
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| It’s steaks and knives -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS
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| So-called best friend’ll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
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| And try to, put yo' ass on ice
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| For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes
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| Niggas’ll take your life just to
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| Young Mack Jr. ain’t nothin but 14, Mack Jr. think he tough
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| Mack Jr. be havin problems with his stomach, throwin up that green stuff
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| Mack Jr. done tried everything (in the Bay) the whole taco
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| Mack Jr. be takin whiffles of that Khadafi and shovin it up his nostrils
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| Mack Jr. just got out the hall, Jr. I call your bluff
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| Jr. ain’t to be played, Jr. quick to bust
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| Mack Jr. be geekin, Mack Jr. be havin withdrawal
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| Mack Jr. be tweekin Mack Jr. be workin hella close with the law
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| I don’t KNOW this motherfucker, never saw the dude
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| But Mack Jr. all the time be seein my viznideos on the tizznelevision tube
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| Fool know not that he’ll blunder, I got yo' ass hypnotized, talkin about
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| «When you see that nigga E-40, Element of Surprise!»
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| One of my fellas overheard about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites
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| Told me to be careful cause niggas’ll take yo' life for braggin rights
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| That ain’t fair so stop that baby attitude why do niggas gotta cheat
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| Don’t them niggas know I got enough fetti to put they whole fuckin family to
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| sleep?
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| It’s nothin nice -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS
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| Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice
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| Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe
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| Snake eyes is crooked dice
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| It’s steaks and knives -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS
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| So-called best friend’ll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife
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| And try to, put yo' ass on ice
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| For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes
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| Niggas’ll take your life just to |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brownie Points (feat. A-1) , by - E-40. Song from the album Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп