Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brown To The Bone, artist - Mr. Shadow. Album song Old School Gangsta Tracks, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.05.2012
Record label: Beyond Entertainment
Song language: English
Brown To The Bone |
Well Im brown to the bone |
Cafe is the color of my skin |
And crazy knightowl is back once again |
With another dope rola |
I stop the car, I see a hyna walkin sola |
She got near the ranffla |
She was lookin kinda buena |
Como te llamas she said Elena |
Le dije mi nombre |
Pero me dicen Tecolote |
Y saves que girl you got me all locote |
Your fine |
And your a pretty ass chicana |
Spend the night, I’ll take you home in the manana |
Di que si baby doll |
Get in my carucha |
You heard about me and they told you to be trucha |
Otra ves como la ves, the same story |
A rumor started by a girl named Lori |
Celosa, cause down came her pantalones |
When I was through I sent her home sin calsones |
All excited, and told her friends I was her vato |
And then I had problemas with her brother gato |
A cholo, a young vato actin kinda loco |
I put in check cause to me he’s just a moco |
Hook: |
Crazy check it out |
The Mexican Homeboy |
In the city of the big San Diego |
Now that I’m living in |
(Crazy) |
Sur Trece Califas |
Another day is about to begin |
Fresh out the cama |
Open the frige and I grab me a cahuama |
Temprano, early in the morning pistiando |
Por que ando crudo y me la estoy curando |
Wating for the homies |
The car show is about to begin |
All of a sudden hear the telephone ring |
Quevole, who’s this por el otro lado |
Then heard the horn of my homie’s El Dorado |
I broke, I got in the ranffla |
So now we take a little vuelta |
I almost flew out the puerta |
Damn homie, slow it down |
This is a low rider |
And as we turn to the right |
A couple of stacked up feel them brown chicanitas |
Se miran buenas y pa todas las hynitas |
Un beso les damos por ser las mas hermosas |
Hoye como van y mira com son las cosas |
With the O — W — L |
A mexicano bien tumbado |
Creased up y con el pantalon aguado |
Who is down for the verde, blanco, y colorado |
Toda la sangre que por uno a deramado |
Im cruisin around a young bum flips a dedo |
Yo paro el carro y digo «que honda? |
quieres pedo |
Con migo?» |
he said «simon» ahora |
I gave him credit cause soca had some quora |
But still, that ain’t enough to try to come to get the gloves on |
You te dejo just like a tampon |
Sangrado so who you tryin to mad dogg ese |
Got out the ride and had to teach the boy a lesson |
El respeto no meresen of an O — G’s |
Then drove away as I listened to my oldies |
(Here comes the Knightowl) |
Una ves mas |
We better get along and have pas |
The brown against the brown |
That ain’t the way to get down |
Thats why Im doing this sound |
Now dont get me wrong |
Im still down with the barrio |
I dedicate this to The Wolf and Mario |
Rest in peace from this earth |
You had to depart |
But you will always be inside of the heart from the town |
And all the homies that gather around |
Agaren la onda and be proud to be brown |