[Intro] Yeah, yeah Gon' keep that spectacular, free shit Knowhatimean? Put a condom in ya ear, I'm bout to make love to it [Pop Da Brown Hornet] I'm
If you are guilty of feeding false hopes Procrastination. [Intro] Nigga ATP, Smoke Records Brown Hornet, bout to spice you in the head Hip Hop [Pop Da Brown Hornet
feat. No Smiles, DeLouie Avant Jr.) [DeLouie Avant Jr.] This is the part, we shake the charts And rock the people Shake the ground [Pop Da Brown Hornet
Benz, Pop Da Brown, GP Connection [Pop Da Brown Hornet] Who the hottest MC north side of the equator Pop Da Brown Hornet, Stapleton Gladiator For certain
(feat. Smoke, Tanesse) [Intro: Pop Da Brown Hornet] Yo, I'm The Undaground Emperor My albums for every body on the planet This is hip hop right here
(feat. Down Low Recka) [Pop Da Brown Hornet] I love my microphone clear, ice cold beer, premiere My news and sweet, nothing's in ya ear I treat them
(feat. Chauncey Hannibal) [Intro] What's goin on world? It's Pop Da Brown Hornet Chillin wit Black, Blackstreet, Chauncey This song is dedicated to,
floodin the mic Word up, but you got to keep it real Cuz bitch ass niggaz, hip-hop is on another level And ain't havin it no more son [Pop Da Brown Hornet
they feet, all that, all the time My cats, my brothers, my womens Taboo who? I got a question for you Thanks for covering my warrants [Pop Da Brown Hornet
[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
Smoke) [Intro] Aiyo, got ya muthafucka seein stars (Brown Hornet, Pop) Blastin muthafuckas out the muthafuckin box (Out the box) [Pop Da Brown Hornet
Chorus:] (I'm Soooo...) Anxious (I'm Soooo...) Borough Brown Bomber is (Soooo...) Brother number one from out the fifth borough (baby) [Pop Da Brown Hornet
Brighten the corner where you are! Brighten the corner where you are! Someone far from harbor "YOU" may guide across the bar; Brighten the corner where
Came to the city, left my happy home But I didn't do right, learned my lessons wrong Street corner talking, wonder what I'm gonna do? Street corner
At the cafe down on the corner With a lost look on his face There ain't no fields to plow No reason to now He's just a little out of place They say crime
' but country on the radio dial I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred Well, I thank the good Lord I was born an' bred Corn fed Corn fed Corn fed Corn
the wink of an eye. I look down the road, far as I can see, Hey, far as I can see, King Corn, King Corn, stare right back at me. King Corn, King Corn
golden rule Say yes ma'm thank you Green fields for miles and miles Ain't nothing but country on the radio dial I thank the good Lord I was born and bred Corn
