Key: A minor
Verse 1
Even though I walk through the valley
in the shadow of death
I fear no evil
when I come through
with the drama king
Let's go
Everybody wanna be Nino Brown
They wanna be Nino Brown
They wanna be Nino Brown, yeah
And the fiends,
they want their Nino Brown
They need their Nino Brown
The way he holds her down
When he comes to town, yeah
She said tonight that she,
she said she got a bad feeling
That you should not be standing
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in front of the crack building
She said she had a bad dream,
she said she saw M16
She said she called 911,
you're paying jakes
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But tonight I got a bad feeling
I know you're rollin' killers,
top -notch gorillas
and they gotta eat
But tonight, dog,
she got a bad feeling
Everybody wanna be Nino Brown
They wanna be Nino Brown
they want their Nino Brown
They need their Nino Brown
They crave for their Nino Brown, yeah
And the girl's in love with Nino Brown
The way he holds her down
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When he comes to town, yeah
She said she heard gunshots
But she didn't see no faces
She said she saw them running
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But there's no sign of no footprints
She saw the dark clouds
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But there's no sign of no rain
Surprised when she saw his flesh
Lying on the pavement
I know you're baking cakes
You're paying jakes
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But tonight, I got a bad feelin'
I know you roll with killers,
top -notch gorillas
and they gotta eat
But tonight, dog,
she got a bad feelin'
Everybody wanna be Nino Brown
They wanna be Nino Brown
they want their Nino Brown
They need their Nino Brown
They crave for their Nino Brown, yeah
And the girl's in love with Nino Brown
The way he holds it down
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Am
when he comes around, yeah
Now that I lay me down to sleep
Drama King, I can't go to no more wakes, man,
it's like I pray to Lord, my soul to keep
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Someone give him pop, man
I bumped into this young 'un,
he like 18 years old, K
Yo, his name was Harley Quarman
He's in a juvenile home,
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I said, spit, let's go
It's Duke Santos,
that'll make some grams ghost
I'm Dickie Dove,
wintertime with my man's coat
White tan, butter tooth,
seen with them hands sold
Less than an hour,
I let my fuckin' mans know
If y 'all fuckin' hands slow,
y 'all won't see no rims, yo
The strippers,
Clarks in the front of the bar
Cannon niggas that blow gank
we throw the work under the car
Stop and humble,
y 'all kids still coppin' bundles
With one brick, I turn the block to rumbles
Rap Philly slash Brooke,
two of the biggest runners
Drama King, they never knew
you could do these numbers
Bottle under my shirt,
they call me Chris Tucker
Grands rush for hours like Mr. Chris Tucker
It comes to the point I tuck my raps
Cause rappers are still in bars
Jay -Z is still in raps
The rap gang fucked up,
rappers are still in tracks
I ride again, I cry again
But Bush want the youth
but got money for war
He the funniest boy,
sooner or later
they're gonna find a gun in his drawer
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