THE BROWN STAINS OF DARKEESE LATIFAH PARTS 6-12
Tyler The Creator feat. ScHoolboy Q Lyrics
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Oh, you be fucking bitches, 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, that's the bullshit that I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me
See, I looked in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"
Your neck reflect 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, it's Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
Until my fucking brain go, now let's reload the aim-o
Can't a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
I'm the truth and the dare
And you can get your ass beat just like the kick and the snare (ayo)
Schoolyboy is my niggy, you know I'm good in the 50s
That boy not that bad, eh, it's no Biggie
It's the G-O, and the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We blackout, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, since I pissed off Iggy man (what?)
Been that man since Batman had a sidekick
Catch me in some Vans like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like that family went to a Dodger
Solve 'em (oh no), you can't bitch, I'm a problem
And you'll get fucked up like the thoughts inside of my noggin (yeah)
Going harder than the Quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like Larry David
And I'm that nigga, meaning I'm two niggas, I'm schizo (yeah, uh)
Brent Lowe, mind motherfuckin' been gone
Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow (nigga)
Don't get offended, love being darkskinned-ed
Twenty-three with a crib, and I don't got no tenants
And I don't like sports, but the court got a tennis
Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my business
See, that's that Cherry Bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw (skrrr), Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals (yeah, nigga)
Boy, I'm a sicko, Flaco nigga, 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
Nigga, Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of that
Have you heard of Fairfax? Boy, we was running that
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that (Damn)
(Man, he- he really took the store)
Crack a cracker with a barrel, uh (yeah)
Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag (rag)
Orange Paisley got me crip crazy (uh, what's up, cuz?)
Pants heavy, sag to the left with the belt strapped (strapped)
No face mask, nigga, just toe tags (bah, bah, bah)
Still, the blunts getting passed, yeah (bah)
Ain't worried 'bout no niggas (nigga)
I don't grieve over suckers (suckers)
Gunpowder on my knuckles (knuckle)
Call the ambulances (ambulances)
I'm from the era of crip walking (walking)
You was clown-dancing (yeah)
You wanna be me, huh? (Huh?)
Cuz is wack in his raps and what he rap, he ain't done (whoa)
It's Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue (yeah)
Pussyboy, you fucked over, nigga, control your gums (uh)
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's lump, woo
My square homie's license, double life in my trunk (woo)
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break handcuffs (nigga)
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and duck (yeah, yeah)
You want the life like us, you need to crip that coast (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You want to steer that wheel, you want to smoke that kill (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Well, who am I?
In Tyler the Creator’s song “The Brown Stains of Darkeese Latifah Part 6-12,” Tyler discusses his superiority over other men who boast about their sexual and financial conquests. He sarcastically commends these men for their “achievements” in a mocking tone by repeating lines such as “Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands, huh?” and “Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams, huh?” Tyler argues that these superficial accomplishments should not be the measure of a man's success. He even goes on to express his agreement with the reflection in his mirror, who tells him that he is the man. Tyler seems confident in himself and isn’t bothered by others who feel the need to boast about their accomplishments.
The song continues with seemingly random lyrics, including references to Jared Leto, Lego blocks, and Harry Potter’s Quidditch. Tyler also discusses his preferred style, mentioning his affinity for Vans and how he wears them like “one of them soccer mamas.” He asserts his dominance by saying “I’m that nigga” and that he is “two niggas” because he personifies what it means to be schizo. The song’s final verse talks about the gang lifestyle, referencing crip walking and how Tyler’s square homies “break handcuffs” with their mind, power, body, and soul.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh, you the motherfucking man, huh?
You think you're the best, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
You have a lot of money and women, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando selling grams, huh?
You sell drugs out of run-down buildings, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You engage in drug use, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit that I don't need
I don't need any of that in my life
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me
I'm better than all of y'all
See, I look in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
When I look in the mirror, I see myself as great
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"
I agree with my reflection
Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow
I have jewels on my necklace and I'm a nice guy
Your neck reflects yout personality, and mine is yellow
My personality is reflected in my necklace, which is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos
I move around the neighborhood with aggression
They know they got thirty seconds, Jared Leto
I'm so intimidating, people are scared of me
Before they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
I'll shoot them before they know what's happening
Boy is Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
I'm part of the Golf Wang gang
I tell my fucking [?]
I tell everyone what's up
Now lets reload the aim-o
Let's prepare to shoot again
Can't a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
Can't we have some excitement?
Want the truth in the [?]
I want honesty
And you can get your ass [?] like a kick in the snare
You'll get hit like a drum
Schoolyboy's my niggy, you know I'm good [?]
Schoolboy Q is my friend, I'm good with him
That boy's not that bad, enh, it's no biggy
He's not that bad, it's not a big deal
It's the G-O, the L-F, we go-go, no homo
It's Golf, let's go, but not in a sexual way
We black out, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
We party hard like famous rappers JoJo and Diggy
No ship in this series, and I just want Iggy, man
I don't care about anything else in this series, I just want Iggy Azalea
We been Batmen since Batman have a sidekick
We've been cool since Batman had a sidekick
Catch me in some vans like one of them soccer mamas
You'll see me wearing vans, like a soccer mom
And them bitches blue like that family went to the Dodgers, solve em (Oh no!)
The girls I hang out with wear blue outfits like the Dodger's baseball team, it's a problem
You can't bitch, I'm a problem
You can't handle me
You get fucked up like the thoughts this side of my noggin
You'll get hurt like the bad thoughts in my mind
Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
I'm going harder than a match of quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like Larry David
All my shows have one Black person in it like Larry David's show Curb Your Enthusiasm
And I'm that nigga
I'm the one
Meaning I'm two niggas
I'm so good, it's like I'm two people
I'm schizo, Brent Lowe, my motherfucking bingo
I have schizophrenia, my name is Brent Lowe, and I'm winning big
Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
The colors on my necklace remind you of my genitals
And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow
I don't really hang out with you guys, but Jim Crow laws forced racial segregation
Don't get offended, love being darkskinned
Don't be upset that I like my dark skin
23 with the crib and I don't got no tenants
I'm 23 and have a house but no renters
And I don't like sports, but the court got a tennis
I don't really like sports but I do like playing tennis
Is that diamonds on your neck? Stay the fuck out my bidness
Are those diamonds on your necklace? Don't worry about what's on mine
See, that's the cherry bomb, get my burr on
That's the signal for me to get excited
That's McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
That's a McLaren, a car from 1991 that I got at Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw, Vans on, fuck your Jordans
I'm all about Motors Flog Gnaw, wearing Vans, and don't care about Jordan shoes
Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)
I went from vomiting to hosting and creating fun carnivals
Boy, I'm a sicko, flacko nigga but kinda macho, boy
I'm crazy and tough, but still kind of macho
I got some vatos shadow [?], he kinda loco
I have some friends who are a little crazy
Pack a [?] pistol, we splitting nachos
I have a pistol and we're all sharing some nachos
Then for that cheese, boy, he [?] some shells just like a taco
Then, he uses the shells like a taco to get money
So grab your goggles, nigga
Get ready for some action
Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of that
On Taco Tuesday, you don't want to mess with me
Have you heard of Fairfax, boy, we was running that
Have you heard of Fairfax, we used to dominate that place
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that
Someone took over our store, and I'm not happy about it
(Man, he really took the store)
I can't believe he took the store
Crack a cracker with a barrel
I'll shoot anyone who crosses me
Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag
I have tattoos associated with gang violence, and this isn't some designer piece of cloth
[?] got me crip crazy
Something has me feeling extra dangerous
Pants heavy, sag to the left
My pants are sagging to the left because I'm carrying something heavy
With the belt strapped, no face mask, nigga, just toe tags
I'm wearing a belt but not a face mask, so if someone gets hurt they'll just be tagged for identification
Still the blunts getting past ya
I'm still getting high behind your back
Ain't worried bout no niggas, nigga
I don't care about anyone else
Grieve over suckers, gunpowder on my knuckles
I don't cry over people who are weaker than me, and I have recently been shooting guns
Call the ambulance, I'm from the era of crip walking
If something goes wrong, call an ambulance because I'm from the era of a specific style of dance associated with Crips
You was clown-dancing
You weren't cool like me, you were just dancing like a clown
You wanna be me, huh?
You wish you were like me
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Tyler Gregory Okonma, Quincey Hanley
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@grrilz
Best track on the album! Can't believe it didn't get popular
@erikku3384
Because people these days hope on shit that's mainstream smh
@pjamesmusic6322
The beats to complex for it to get popular lol
@cristinaxivj
Hobito anthony fantano.
@prod.newmagiciane2342
@Ero Sennin it’s cause of the bass boost on most of the songs
@xavierbrown6086
The second half never got released on streaming services
@Nick_Fade
This is a good version, right pitch and speed. Thanks a bunch!
@ChefsHatPride
NickFade its slower wtf u on
@ttenneBsemaJ
retrorep it's not, this is a straight rip from the cd direct to youtube, no audio editing at all
@ChefsHatPride
it is slower.