Me and C Brown proud belize
Lookin for three brown breezies in the crown eating gouda cheese

One of the gals gave the kid mad cow disease
Now my knees powerless my fevers a thousand degrees
We're not allowed to sneeze it arouses bees

So let's smoke a pound of trees cause the weed
Has been clinically proven to drown a disease
Yo it was me, Chris Brown, Lisa Ray, and my pal Louise

Getting blowed in the Panama C!@#^ please
Keep it down the police will surround these
And take the keys to the 'pala and impound

Howards Eddie Bower power ski's and my flower beads
Now to appease one of these three teasers
That I found at the start of this verse powder these... nuts

And since I'm well on down squeezed on the whole ham
This is what she told Dan broham



I love you for so many reasons
Which means

Love you with the freshness of a
Love you with the freshness of a



I wasn't raised wrong I got off the path
Terrorizing my class in a Martha mask

At 17 I was pissing off my dad
And stuck a gay !@$^ mag in his Coughlin bag
My mama found it and she tossed his $$#

Out of the house and threw spaghetti sauce across his back
And attacked him with a moss colored faucet rack
He started coughin, gaggin, he lost his grasp

On my moms apron he started spacin
She gave him more kicks than those found in lebrons ba!@&(t
More fists than those that Harry Clarke gave Sonny Liston

With blows she laid him on pavement
Mama maimed him, tamed him, proclaimed him dead
Till I ran up and admitted that I framed him

They both laughed and they said "Oh Danny!
You and your pranks that's why you're our favorite in the family."