译文: 道格拉斯，卡尔. 秃头和布朗.
the and those bald and brown [Chorus x2] Bass turned up to bump Brownside sound Let them know all around we're the bald and brown Men, and our bandiero
and those bald and brown [Chorus x2] Bass turned up to bump Brownside sound Let them know all around we're the bald and brown Men, and our bandiero
rather be underpaid or overrated? Moral victories is for minor league coaches And 'Ye already told you we major, you cockroaches Show me where the boats is, Ferrari Testarossa's The Hammer went and
faded off the brown nino She insists she got more class, we know Swimming in the money come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club you know I bald, Kimo
Then you take iit off nd ii'm the flyest niigguh iin here Knock iit off See meh and Sean came for the ladiies Iit's about to get crazy iin here And iit
, don't start it Bust in the air and hit an airplane pilot We pound you, rap surround sounds around you From ten speed and brown shoe Doc and Eminem,
comin through in a nigga trunk is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that
one billion a day is what we spent And our grandchildren will pay for it 'til the end When schools are unfunded and kids don't get their diplomas They
gun store, cop the top shelf The Crack game is dead, all they want is weed now Chicks that I went to school with, a seed now You know Kiss, stocky bald head, light brown
suckas have it Like magic, abracadabra Squash the chitter chatter Your blatter is fin to splatter When these hollow points scatter Oh, he bald headed, tatted up And
signs I looked at her and said, "Mmm, put your panties back on" Then jerked off to Foxy Brown, when her verse was on I wanna stand back and bust nuts
and I'm cheesin' Seff'll hook you up or put you up on the season It's the dank season for nineteen ninety four Seff the Gaffla and Rappin' 4, yo Everybody
me get high and get the munchies, girl Girls (When I'm 99, I'ma have me a woman that's fine) I like the girls (Make love and have a heart attack Cum
said Wait a minute Oh, then the band said Nice and breezy, nice and breezy, come on, I said Once more on the one, come on And the band said That's alright
barrel on ya tongue so round and pretty fought my ticket now ima skip town and kick it dress code just some khaki brown lil Dickies got them pounds and chickens stuffed and
ya mammy house and keep a smart mouth It's Project Pat Memphis Tenn represent the South So pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin Full of that mo'-
Under the table and down in the pit with out plastic potatoes and Joe-Joe the dove on the spit. On the spoons you made rhythm; I whistled the blues cos
