These brown eyes of mine They've been doin' some powerful cryin' Thinkin' 'bout all those years That always bring back the tears Winter's come and
These brown eyes of mine They've been doin' some powerful cryin' Thinkin' 'bout all those years That always bring back the tears Winter's come and gone
Traduzione: America. Queste Brown Eyes.
turn these bricks into a legit business Now run along and go home to your wives And leave me and Slug here to play with these bitches You know I spit
, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet See I, am, Albert Brown, and I'd like to say hello To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
been its love young CHRIS (CHRIS BROWN) Guch Wuddup (Rico Love) From the streets of VA talk to da whole world mann better America talk to em mann (VERSE 1) (CHRIS BROWN
Shoulda Been Its Love Young Chris [Chris Brown:] Guch Wuddup [Rico Love:] From The Streets Of Va Talk To Da Whole World Mann Better America Talk To Em Mann [Verse 1: Chris Brown
Malcolm X] Anytime you look at yourself Be you black, brown, red or yellow A so-called negro You are you represent a person who poses, such a serious problem for America
MCs from the affair Now I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang But I rap to the beat just the same I gotta slim face and a pair of brown eyes All I'
my life And now im dumpin it on Chorus WHITE AMERICA I could be one of ur kids WHITE AMERICA Little erik looks just like this WHITE AMERICA Erica
Africa to America oddesseys Guerilla-type tactics on them socialistic fallacies It be about, the devestations of the social doministic thought Keep a brown
apologies, for Africa to America oddesseys Guerilla-type tactics on them socialistic fallacies It be about, the devestations of the social doministic thought Keep a brown
girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs Catch my eyes like highs
for the affair now, im not as tall as the rest of the gang but i rap to the beat just the same i dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes all im
at night and when he did, he had horrible dreams. He lay awake at night, tossing and turning underneath his printed quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes
Lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life on Mars? It's on America's tortured brow
it misanthropy But let the record reflect circumstances were suspect But you couldn't care less- mann While I struggle to survive You turned your eyes- plugged your up ears Ignored my cries Now Ms. America
