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Pop Da Brown Hornet - Endangered Species lyrics
[sample from movie]
 No matter what you may say to the contrary
 No matter what you may say to the contrary
 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]
 Expect to get stepped to, ran through
 I'm a dog that'll bite you thru the muzzle
 Eavesdrop on ya huddle, ya standin in the puddle
 I smell fear, you smell trouble
 Pop da brown is too heavy to juggle
 The holder of a bolder, plus heavy handed
 You rap standing, I rhyme outstanding
 Pick an mc out at random, that help you out
 Because you by yourself is like a dick in the mouth
 You suck, I suck-seed, I get high, you get skeed
 Fuckin with poppy da, ya smokin more than just weed
 I'm about to let you know, you made the wrong decision
 In this intermission, I dominate with aggressiveness
 With professionalist, let you know not to many competitors in this
 Take all competitors
 Magazines been rave, get extra large
 But to me you all regulars
 Once I fits all, ya all about to fall
 The outcome is rusum, love to battle mc's in a twosome
 Before I roof 'em, I'll introduce them to a no nonsense
 Lyrical proof type stee, look up the word mc
 And see a picture of me, loungin wit a blunt in my mouth
 Callin shots in your house, layin up in your couch
 Gettin served like a king, black caeser wit the pinkie ring
 While in the heat, don't sweat a God damn thing
 'cause I'm fuller, fresher, stand out from the rest of the pack
 Like kris said, "they wick-wick-wack"
 How they make it this far, without gettin gonged
 That's right, they name it hiroshima, but they still gettin bumped
 And once I start droppin, there's no stoppin
 Your all time favorites, will soon be forgotten
 What you digest the way I manifest
 Make crazy progress over a ten year stretch
 And I still keep growin, rhymes keep flowin
 Sometimes I'm writing rhymes without me even knowin
 Wake up, out my sleep, put down the pad and pen and roll a fat one
 I'll probably die, o.d. on platinum
 Plus I'm hot and scorchin, pat sajak, gave me the fortune
 Told me I'm worth more than steve austin
 I laughed and said tell me somethin I don't know
 Blew out some smoke and disappeared with the doughPop Da Brown Hornet - Endangered Species - http://motolyrics.com/pop-da-brown-hornet/endangered-species-lyrics.html
 [interlude: smoke]
 Yo, yo, yo
 Ya niggas that told me that nigga brown hornet is wack
 That nigga ain't wack, man
 Come on now, this that shit right here
 This that shit that got niggas bouncin
 [pop da brown hornet]
 Are you ready? sorry if ya not
 I bust they snotbox, let know that pop box ain't it decomposed
 Any stage I rock shows,
 You heard it thru the grapevines from all my ex-hoes
 That I've been doin this years, thru the sweat blood and tears
 Smoked about a million blunts, drunk a 100,000 beers
 Certified hip hop junky, love all my tracks funky
 Battling is somethin don't take much to pump me
 It comes naturally, born to be wild
 I'm the whole comp, you just a comp with no style
 Tell us to my click, in the way we get down
 Study our melody, try to copy our sound
 First I'll let you know it's impossible
 Fuck around and find yourself in a hospital
 With casts and twos, be battered and bruised
 It'll take over your feet to fit in one of my shoes
 Dunn, dunn, I make the rules that you abide by
 I'm a fly guy, you just a fly by night mc
 Your momma warned you not to fuck with me
 Your hard header, don't listen on a suicidal mission
 It's too hot inside the kitchen
 For a potato head rapper like you, not to get burned, come on
 I told you how to rhyme, it seems you still haven't learned
 How to master the basics, claim to have flavor
 But to me it sounds tasteless
 Hate a wack mc, it's safe to say that i'mma racist
 Quit the protest against a flimsy muthafucka
 Tryin to make in this b-i, in it till I d-i-e
 Like 2pac and b.i.g., and p-o-p is who I be
 Nonchalantly destroy your whole infantry
 Gladiator, lovin gp history
 On my biz-ack, back slap ya counteract
 Hit you wit a shaolin rap, beat the crap out ya, if it come to that
 Like bad boy and no limit, smoke records is in it to win it
 Since '96 to infinite
 [outro]
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Steppin thru, gp, brown hornet
 Peace to all my niggas, for real
 June lova, rubba to the, yeah, yeah
 Down low recka, yeah, comin
 My nigga shy, keep it on the g, gp
 Forever













