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Joe Brown

my recipe, for that Good brown gravy, good brown gravy, yeah that Good brown gravy, Mmm, good brown gravy Well, my grandma told my momma 'bout the power that it had Good Brown

joe brown's coal mine. Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine. Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine. Coal mine, coal mine, coal mine, coal mine. Down in joe

, gat Yeah, I saw your band Jumpin' around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks When you gonna learn sucker, you just can't fuck with Twisted Br-Br-Brown Brown

"Gimme a pound thank you man" Tim Dog (repeat 2X then 4X faster) I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun If you

so Squadddd Up Feelin' real prestigious hoppin' out that Porsche truck I'm on top of my game and still climbin' They not fuckin' with him can't even peel the hymen [Joe

, ruff necks Buck 'em down or you get busted Never leave home without my muskett Trust this, out for justice, clown And caught on Judgment Day, call Joe Brown

brown If you down we can bounce right now, pick up a pound Enjoy and lounge with style, y'all know my name by now [ chorus ] [ outro: fat joe ] No

Orangutan lookin' like a Crayola Nothin' but the sunshine, Soon as the day's over Roll'em up, In the town, We get down On the green and the purple, Never on the brown

file out Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball Piranha mentality with a jaws bite all night Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight [Joe