Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brownie Points (feat. A-1), artist - E-40. Album song Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.08.1999
Record label: Sick Wit It
Song language: English
Brownie Points (feat. A-1) |
Yeah |
Seven-oh-seven |
Yeah. |
Charlie Hustle |
Playa, playa |
What’s wrong with these old niggas man? |
D-Day, what’s wrong with these niggas? |
What’s wrong with these niggas? |
This fuckin game. |
tryin to get brownie points and stripes |
Smack points (yeah) yeah |
You got somethin for these old niggas doe |
What we got fo' em big balla? |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
BEOTCH! |
What’s the subject? |
Fo' brings niggas they Kotex |
Where we reside I creeps my ass up inside |
And smash these brownies off in his FACE |
That I done shitted and pissed on, dude, HOW THAT TASTE |
Catch him out his place, out of his area |
With his nephew and his niece, ooh, the more the merrier |
Nigga tried to fuck mines off (what'd he do?) |
Tried to gauge the porch with my broads on Watoo |
Dude you done broke fuckin code |
I’m finst ta dump drop clip, dump-drop-clip reload |
Be like I can motherfuckin explode |
Talkin about I’ll be fuckin all kind of women |
That’s B-R-P, Blade Run or Pimpin |
Once upon a time there was this guy named Dane |
Tried to fuck my bitch, but he Kris-Krossed game |
I don’t owe this motherfucker in the first |
But he done made livin in my house a whole lot worse |
Tryin to gain some stripes |
It’s nothin nice -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS |
Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice |
Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe |
Snake eyes is crooked dice |
It’s steaks and knives -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS |
So-called best friend’ll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife |
And try to, put yo' ass on ice |
For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes |
Niggas’ll take your life just to |
You niggas got me stuck what? |
Watchin y’all spit it and get it fucked up |
Lucked up, my mobb niggas, yea we gon' bust what |
If he isn’t never see mail, cause that we sell |
Dope by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail |
Motherfuckers grindin but we all ain’t played |
And all ain’t paid, now watch em all get sprayed |
Laid back and watch him misprint it, we been spit it |
For you newcomers who thinkin you done it, I put my fist in it |
Let yo' bitch get it, serve a D and watch a bitch split it |
If I ain’t wit it, it wasn’t enough fuckin chips in it |
Niggas try to gain stripe, I flame mic |
Got em all caught up in the same shit, call it game tight |
Keep my name hyped, strivin to get my name right |
When it’s fucked up, I’m the one you can blame right |
Hatin on my niggas when I did the shit |
Yo we the shit, represent this hogg ass bitch |
It’s nothin nice -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS |
Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice |
Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe |
Snake eyes is crooked dice |
It’s steaks and knives -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS |
So-called best friend’ll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife |
And try to, put yo' ass on ice |
For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes |
Niggas’ll take your life just to |
Young Mack Jr. ain’t nothin but 14, Mack Jr. think he tough |
Mack Jr. be havin problems with his stomach, throwin up that green stuff |
Mack Jr. done tried everything (in the Bay) the whole taco |
Mack Jr. be takin whiffles of that Khadafi and shovin it up his nostrils |
Mack Jr. just got out the hall, Jr. I call your bluff |
Jr. ain’t to be played, Jr. quick to bust |
Mack Jr. be geekin, Mack Jr. be havin withdrawal |
Mack Jr. be tweekin Mack Jr. be workin hella close with the law |
I don’t KNOW this motherfucker, never saw the dude |
But Mack Jr. all the time be seein my viznideos on the tizznelevision tube |
Fool know not that he’ll blunder, I got yo' ass hypnotized, talkin about |
«When you see that nigga E-40, Element of Surprise!» |
One of my fellas overheard about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites |
Told me to be careful cause niggas’ll take yo' life for braggin rights |
That ain’t fair so stop that baby attitude why do niggas gotta cheat |
Don’t them niggas know I got enough fetti to put they whole fuckin family to |
sleep? |
It’s nothin nice -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS |
Collar him and laugh, rollin over and politickin with the vice |
Crackin under pressure, bust a pipe |
Snake eyes is crooked dice |
It’s steaks and knives -- READ HIM HIS RIGHTS |
So-called best friend’ll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife |
And try to, put yo' ass on ice |
For brownie points and stripes, for brownie points and stripes |
Niggas’ll take your life just to |