White Clef a .k .a. Preacher, son
Even though I walk through the valley
Everybody wanna be Nino Brown
They wanna be Nino Brown, yeah
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
When he comes to town, yeah
She said tonight that she,
she said she got a bad feeling
That you should not be standing
in front of the crack building
She said she had a bad dream,
but no one heard her scream
I know you're baking cakes,
But tonight I got a bad feeling
I know you're rollin' killers,
But tonight, I got a bad feeling
I know you love your seeds,
Everybody wanna be Nino Brown
They wanna be Nino Brown, yeah
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
When he comes to town, yeah
She said she heard gunshots
But she didn't see no faces
She said she saw them running
But there's no sign of no footprints
But there's no sign of no rain
Surprised when she saw his flesh
I know you're baking cakes
But tonight, I got a bad feelin'
I know you roll with killers,
But tonight, I got a bad feelin'
I know you love your seeds,
Everybody wanna be Nino Brown
They wanna be Nino Brown, yeah
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
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
Someone give him pop, man
Yo, speaking of giving pop, yo
I bumped into this young 'un,
Yo, his name was Harley Quarman
that'll make some grams ghost
wintertime with my man's coat
seen with them hands sold
you should see a hundred grams go
I let my fuckin' mans know
If y 'all fuckin' hands slow,
y 'all won't see no rims, yo
Clarks in the front of the bar
Cannon niggas that blow gank
we throw the work under the car
y 'all kids still coppin' bundles
With one brick, I turn the block to rumbles
two of the biggest runners
Drama King, they never knew
you could do these numbers
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
and not even feelin' that
rappers are still in tracks
I ride again, I cry again
He don't do shit for the poor,
they're gonna find a gun in his drawer