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Little Brother Lyrics


What up brown skin, you're body smellin like cinnamon
Hair in a bun, your toes done so feminine
Heard you suck your teeth like oh no here we go again
Let me get your name so I can be more genuine
No need to front, the kid knows you got many friends
Many men's who waiting to stake a claim on it
Put they name down just to spit some game on it
But fuck friends I'm trying to set the mood
You know, go at you hard like most records that's sold
Spit propaganda at you to you break down and fold
You look confused miss thing like I'm speaking in code
76-64 press pound hello
Are you listening now, did I get your attention
Undivided because you used to be undecided
Now you looking fluxed like those chicks with they nose stuck up
Just put your number down girl what the fuck

Hey yo that's alright girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
Yo that's alright girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
Don't worry bout it girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
OK alright, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say

I usually play the background, you know clean cut
Soft spoken well dressed dipped out straight chillin'
When I'm in the club yo, sipping the sprite with the
Ill lemon mixed in it sipping on it I was just chillin'
Til I saw you that's when my heart stopped knees gave
Head sweating jaws locked I was sweating you
Like god damn girl you got a nigga going buck wild,
Mesmerized star struck I was thinking maybe
We can go out like to the movies or the Applebee's
Blockbuster state fair but you looked at me and
Said fuck that you just a herb with no money and
No jeep and no condo and I thought that Little Brother
Had a record deal, OK I see where you going now
Want a sweat a nigga when you think he got a cash advance
And some personal time but fuck that
I got your head still bobbing and my verse didn't rhyme
So it's what ever girl

Hey yo that's alright girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
Yo that's alright girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
Don't worry bout it girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
OK alright, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say

Check it so what I'm chubby, y'all chicks still love me
Like to rub on my tummy while I tell you something funny
Whispering in your ear till them panties go falling
What's my name (Big Pooh) yea that's what they be calling

Oh yea I know I'm husky but chicks still love me
3 o'clock still have they ass running to Waffle House fa me
Be feeling on that ass till me name they be calling
And shit got them so wet they make a Freudian slip and
Fall down into my verbal abyss that's straight Reservoir
Dog style perfecto served with a kiss
Muah baby, it's just like this no need to fight it
Invite it try me out you just might like it
American pie shit try anything out once
Forever stained in memory like white shirts and punch
I get the hunch that a niggas on your menu
Do mew a favor girl come check me at the next venue


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Written by: Patrick Douthit, Phonte Coleman, Thomas Jones

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Lyrics:

What up brown skin, you're body smellin like cinnamon
Hair in a bun, your toes done so feminine
Heard you suck your teeth like oh no here we go again
Let me get your name so I can be more genuine
No need to front, the kid knows you got many friends
Many men's who waiting to stake a claim on it
Put they name down just to spit some game on it
But f*ck friends I'm trying to set the mood
You know, go at you hard like most records that's sold
Spit propaganda at you to you break down and fold
You look confused miss thing like I'm speaking in code
76-64 press pound hello
Are you listening now, did I get your attention
Undivided because you used to be undecided
Now you looking fluxed like those chicks with they nose stuck up
Just put your number down girl what the f*ck

Hey yo that's alright girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
Yo that's alright girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
Don't worry bout it girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
OK alright, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say

I usually play the background, you know clean cut
Soft spoken well dressed dipped out straight chillin'
When I'm in the club yo, sipping the sprite with the
Ill lemon mixed in it sipping on it I was just chillin'
Til I saw you that's when my heart stopped knees gave
Head sweating jaws locked I was sweating you
Like god damn girl you got a nigga going buck wild,
Mesmerized star struck I was thinking maybe
We can go out like to the movies or the Applebee's
Blockbuster state fair but you looked at me and
Said f*ck that you just a herb with no money and
No jeep and no condo and I thought that Little Brother
Had a record deal, OK I see where you going now
Want a sweat a nigga when you think he got a cash advance
And some personal time but f*ck that
I got your head still bobbing and my verse didn't rhyme
So it's what ever girl

Hey yo that's alright girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
Yo that's alright girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
Don't worry bout it girl, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say
OK alright, what ever you say
What ever you say, what ever you say

Check it so what I'm chubby, y'all chicks still love me
Like to rub on my tummy while I tell you something funny
Whispering in your ear till them panties go falling
What's my name (Big Pooh) yea that's what they be calling

Oh yea I know I'm husky but chicks still love me
3 o'clock have they ass running to Waffle House fa me
Be feeling on that ass till my name she be calling
And shit got them so wet they make a Freudian slip and
Fall down into my verbal abyss that's straight Reservoir
Dog style perfecto served with a kiss
Muah baby, it's just like this no need to fight it
Invite it try me out you just might like it
American pie shit try anything once
Forever stained in memory like white shirts and punch
I get the hunch that a niggas on your menu
Do me a favor girl come check me at the next venue

Hey yo that's alright girl, whatever you say
Whatever you say, whatever you say
Yo that's alright girl, whatever you say
Whatever you say, whatever you say
Don't worry bout it girl, whatever you say
Whatever you say, whatever you say
Ok alright, whatever you say
Whatever you say, whatever you say

Hey yo Big Pooh check this out
You go to your girls' house and I'm a go to mine
Cause I know my girl is definitely mad
Cause it took us too long to do this album
Yo I hear what you saying
Let's just pump the music up and count our money
Hey you well check this out
Yo 9th turn the bass down and
Just let the beat keep on rockin
And we out of here
Yo what happened to "peace"?
Peace!

[RADIO SKIT]

WJLR! Bam! The Future of Hip-Hop Music!

Big Doe: Aww, yeah! I know you pissed off stuck in traffic right now. You're tuned into the 5 O'Clock Joyride with ya main man, Big Doe, on WLJR, Justus League Radio, with the finest underground hip-hop. Ayy, right now, it's time for the Wuestion of the Week, sponsored by my man out in the hotskee North Carolina, Roy Lee, with Roy Lee's Records and Tapes. Ayy, on the real, on y'all hot, right now, MCs need to holla at him, 'cause he got them beats.

Big Doe: And the question right here is from my man Charlie Mack from Winston-Salem, North Carolina. He writes, "What up, 9th? Heard the album is dope! Looking forward to hearing more from you and Little Brother, and Justus League. My question is, since your name is out there in the street, what's that you hate the most about the rap game? Peace, Charlie Mack. Holla at y'all after the show at The Hideaway."

Big Doe: But check it out, Charlie Mack! Gon' get your response right now from 9th Wonder. Let's take a Joyride out the ride.

9th Wonder: Hello?

Big Doe: 'Sup, 9th?

9th Wonder: Yo, Big Doe, what's the deal, man? Ayo, what's going on down there, man?

Big Doe: Ayy, man, you know it's that time of the week. It's the Question of the Week. My man Charlie Mack wrote up to you from Winston-Salem...

9th Wonder: Oh, aight...

Big Doe: And he wanted to ask you, yo, man, what you hate about the rap game now that you on?

man..The rap game, man. It's cats coming up to me all the time, man. I'm tryna be in the club with Little Brother and the Justus League. Man, everywhere I go, it's cats out there going, "9th, gimme a beat, man! Gimme a beat!" What's the deal with that, man? You can't live? You come in the studio, man, you have your thing together? It ain't have no hook, no nothing, man.



All comments from YouTube:

@MissLJanae

This song is just everything. I can't even articulate how much I love Little Brother.

@antoinethereal

AGREED!

@sonja4164

Facts

@stinestizzlethegreat6887

05/24/2020 still bumpin

@sonja4164

@Stine stizzle The great still

@chrisdell3859

this beat hits so deep πŸ’―πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

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@HappyGuy343

Phonte's first verse is nothing short of genius.

@miamiflorida2043

Phone be jamming...

@trentyates418

They way he delivered in this joint, there no need to rhyme.

@sonzalez

"I got your head still bobbing and my verse didn't rhyme" haha

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