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Brownsville Ways Video (MV)




Performed By: YB Ghost Boy
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Jose Aleman




YB Ghost Boy - Brownsville Ways Lyrics
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Coming straight from Brownsville but I got Houston ways
Pourin' up the drank, got me leanin' on stage
Roll another blunt we gone smoke it to the face
You rookies got a problem we gone put you in your place
Coming straight from Brownsville but I got Houston ways
Pourin' up the drank, got me leanin' on stage
Roll another blunt we gone smoke it to the face
You rookies got a problem we gone put you in your place
Pass the weed
Pass the liquor
Pass the bitch
Let's get high
Ever since a kid I wanted to be like Tony Hawk
But now I'm on a different type of grind
Imma get it non-stop 'till the casket drop
If you know the name f*ck it bang this shit up
TCC coming like a canon ball falling' from the sky
I got no remedy, that's why momma always cried
I hand to catch up to da C's, Now my bag worth a lot
Pay up for the show man I'm showin to the spot
Get you hella turnt 'cause I rock it like that
Keep the nine around my waist 'cause this shit dangerous
F*ck around, your boy gettin jacked
I just hopped out the matrix
Walk-in hella slow out the trap
And you know I'm...
Coming straight from Brownsville but I got Houston ways
Pourin' up the drank, got me leanin' on stage
Roll another blunt we gone smoke it to the face
You rookies got a problem we gone put you in your place
Coming straight from Brownsville but I got Houston ways
Pourin' up the drank, got me leanin' on stage
Roll another blunt we gone smoke it to the face
You rookies got a problem we gone put you in your place
Face serving plates like we serving beef
I keep it 100 that's why no one really f*cks with me
You be talkin to feds that's a problem we gone have to see
My diamond are flooded something like the ocean you gone drown in this beach
Third Coast Cypher man we boomin' right through the damn streets
Music is blasting it's like god damn have to listen to me
Ain't no away around it man the work got to be super super clean
We ain't flexing but convertible droppin' through the damn streets
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Coming straight from Brownsville but I got Houston ways
Pourin' up the drank, got me leanin' on stage
Roll another blunt we gone smoke it to the face
You rookies got a problem we gone put you in your place
Coming straight from Brownsville but I got Houston ways
Pourin' up the drank, got me leanin' on stage
Roll another blunt we gone smoke it to the face
You rookies got a problem we gone put you in your place
Pass the weed
Pass the liquor
Pass the bitch
Let's get high
Ever since a kid I wanted to be like Tony Hawk
But now I'm on a different type of grind
Imma get it non-stop 'till the casket drop
If you know the name f*ck it bang this shit up
TCC coming like a canon ball falling' from the sky
I got no remedy, that's why momma always cried
I hand to catch up to da C's, Now my bag worth a lot
Pay up for the show man I'm showin to the spot
Get you hella turnt 'cause I rock it like that
Keep the nine around my waist 'cause this shit dangerous
F*ck around, your boy gettin jacked
I just hopped out the matrix
Walk-in hella slow out the trap
And you know I'm...
Coming straight from Brownsville but I got Houston ways
Pourin' up the drank, got me leanin' on stage
Roll another blunt we gone smoke it to the face
You rookies got a problem we gone put you in your place
Coming straight from Brownsville but I got Houston ways
Pourin' up the drank, got me leanin' on stage
Roll another blunt we gone smoke it to the face
You rookies got a problem we gone put you in your place
Face serving plates like we serving beef
I keep it 100 that's why no one really f*cks with me
You be talkin to feds that's a problem we gone have to see
My diamond are flooded something like the ocean you gone drown in this beach
Third Coast Cypher man we boomin' right through the damn streets
Music is blasting it's like god damn have to listen to me
Ain't no away around it man the work got to be super super clean
We ain't flexing but convertible droppin' through the damn streets
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Writer: Jose Aleman
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