THE BROWN STAINS OF DARKEESE LATIFAH PART 6-12 (REMIX)

Oh, you the motherf*cking man, huh?
Oh, you be f*cking b*tches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, thats the bullsh*t that I dont need
Im telling yall n*ggas, yall aint f*cking with me
See, I looked in the mirror and he said, 'You are the man'
And I said, 'Hey man, I agree'
Rocks on rainbow, Bens a nice fellow
Your neck reflects your personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos
They know, they got thirty seconds; Jared Leto
Before they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy, its Golf Wang-o, and thats the squad I bang-o
Until my f*cking brain go, now lets reload the aim-o
Cant a n*gga get some f*cking chaos in hurr?
Im the truth and the dare
And you can get your ass beat just like the kick and the snare
ScHoolboys my niggy, you know Im good in the 50s
That boy not that bad, eh , its no Biggie
Its the G-O, and the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We blackout, and go hard like JoJo and f*ckin Diggy
No ship in this series, since I pissed off Iggy man
Been that man since Batman had a sidekick
Catch me in some Vans like one of them soccer mamas
And them b*tches blue like that family went to a Dodger
Solve em ( Oh no!) You cant b*tch, Im a problem
And youll get f*cked up like the thoughts inside of my noggin
Going harder than the quidditch inHarry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like Larry David
And Im that n*gga, meaning Im two n*ggas, Im schizo
Brent Lowe, mind motherf*ckin been gone
Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my ****hole
And I dont really f*ck with you n*ggas, shout out to Jim Crow
Dont get offended, love being darkskinned-ed
23 with a crib, and I dont got no tenants
And I dont like sports, but the court got a tennis
Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the f*ck out my business
See, thats that Cherry Bomb, get my burr on
Thats McLaren, 91 out the Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, f*ck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals
Boy, Im a sicko, Flaco n*gga, but kinda macho
Boy, I got some vatos and shout out to ScHooly, he kinda loco
Pack a de la pistol, we splitting nachos, then for that cheese
Boy , he was using some shells just like a taco, so grab your goggles
N*gga, Taco Tuesday, you dont want none of that
Have you heard of Fairfax? Boy, we was running that
N *gga took the store from us, yeah, f*ck all of that
(Man, he really took the store)
Crack a cracker with a barrel, uh (yeah)
Gang bang tattoos, this aint a Louis rag (rag)
Orange Paisley got me crip crazy (uh, sup cuz?)
Pants heavy, sag to the left with the belt strapped
No face mask, n*gga, just toe tags
Still, the blunts getting passed, yeah
Aint worried bout no n*ggas (n*gga)
I dont grieve over suckers (sucker)
Gunpowder onmy knuckles (knuckle)
Call the ambulances (ambulances)
Im from the era of crip walking
You was clown-dancing, you wanna be me, huh?
Cuz is wack in his raps and what he rap, he aint done
Its Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue
Pus*yboy, you f*cked over, n*gga, control your gums
Teeth missing, moms wont recognize your face when its lump
My ****** homies license, double life in my trunk
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break handcuffs
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and duck
You want the life like us, you need to crip that coast
You want to steer that wheel, you want to smoke that kill
Well, who am I?