Shout out my name, you (*##$

[Verse 1]

Oh, yeah, who wanna rip with Styles?
The whole place on the lookout for Mr. Brown
We've got, plenty of clues and forensic files

Plus, envious crews, so we trip for miles
It's (Mister Brown!)
Yeah, you know the drill

Never holdin' 'em still
Roll 'em over the hill
Just glide, close your mouth and open the blinds

Took the wings off a bird and let it float to the side
Say (What?) to hear me callin
Shoutin out my name and playin' this in the Walkman


[Chorus]
Aiyo, crash the gates

Aiyo, pack the place up
Break stuff, takin' all the paper
I'mma stay laced up

Keep a shank tucked, take a pay cut
Even let you keep the dang paste up (really?)
Say somethin, punk, what, put away the blank gun

Fakes wanna talk about bank but they make none
Live from the sweatbox, sucking on the [???]
Pop some, lookin' for the foxhunt, peace


[Verse 2]
Yo, the joke's over, slap the bloke sober

Catch a .40 caliber case of glaucoma
Riders like Johnny Depp rollin' with Winona
Big trunk fulla %#@!, blow the globe up

So what? nobody knows us, got no love
Pop 6, Ryu and Tak, cops know what it does
Hot %#@! by the bungalow, drop the bloody glove

Won't get caught killin' today, baby, cause I'm a thug

Bottles of beer from the land of five horses

Man who wasn't there like Billy Bob Thornton
Crush-crew landin in, steppin' into the scene
Fertilize new lawns, a Requiem for a Dream

It's (Mister Brown!), legendary $$#ignment
Searchlights hover, but can't seem to find him
Track down whatever you can in the mist

In this case, it's strictly the hand of a fist
So (What?), keep your eyes peeled, post and look fresh
Like, Mammoth and Ideal (???), hope to hook checks


Aiyo, what's up, ticket the blows
Plus, jack whoever wanted with us, get slapped up, (UH) let it be known

Mr. Brown got somethin' to bust
The blue steel touchin' his nuts
The pump got a sick mind of it's own

Oh, crackin' the globe like the edible egg
A nuclear rap bazooka with incredible aim
Who can you blame? I'm a troop cooped in a cage

And it's a thin line between a chipped tooth and a fang, come on

Yo, it's just one of those things

Where you wanna ride but it just won't swing
Wanna kick a rhyme, but it just don't bang
Oh, you've got that new %#@! that still sounds played

Yo, it's just one of those things
Where you wanna ride but it just won't swing
Wanna kick a rhyme, but it just don't bang

Oh, you've got that new %#@! that still sounds played