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::verse 1:: It's the gangsta M-E-X-I-C-A-N Back with the rhyme that'll blow your mind that you wanna hear again Because you can't get enough of the Brown Crowd That is so rough and so tough Crazy bad wicked the worst and when I'm through When I rewind a verse So you could go ahead and try to put me down But I was told don't let no one get you down And never wear a frown It's Lil' Rob the Chicano and proud one Competition none {beat stops} But wait I'm not done {beat resumes} Fuckin it up like this especially for the Brown So orale suvale in the Brown side of town Don't be shy bump that shit homey And Sir Crown why don't you mix in the oldie The hay'll keep the shit bouncin' I got the jealous vatos time cuz I got the hyna'z shoutin over LIl Rob One of many Mexicano poets but not saying that I'm king Down for the brown I'll show it cause I know it is The Brown Crowd vida esta loco thing And I'm the Mexican gangsta born with the badness You think you could rap bitch You still can't fuckin match this A little vato goin for the gusto Letras de cancionesIt's called the Brown Crowd just thought I'd let you know so Listen to the sounds of the brownest and you will find Chicano sounds are the downest Cause we don't fuck around and that you should know Brown Crowd with the sounds of the Brown for the barrio Should I say I'm back or should I say that I'm still here Sounds of the Brown is sounding good to my ear We are getting down so you might as well admit it And if you're talkin shit then you might as well quit it The Mexican gangster having an oh w having fun by the night ain't done It's time for the hit and run But you best believe I'm Brown and proud (Brown and proud) It's called the Brown Crowd (Fuck yeah!) -Chorus 2X- Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown Got the Brown Crowd, got the, got the Brown Crowd Brown, Brown Crowd Chicano we're proud and proud to be Brown Got the Brown Crowd bumpin' loud ::verse 2:: I don't usually tear this competition But when I hear some bad ass shit I've got to represent myself better Cause I can't let a silly sucka think he could rap betta than me So I get up firme style that you gotta rewind Chicano sounds are the downest you will find When it comes to a rolla Brown Crowd controla How do you know because Lil' Rob told ya Comin' straight from the man with the wicked mind All the time comin out with sick and twisted rhymes But at the same time I got the hyna's meltin With the crazy love, slow rappin I got the vatos mad because I got the hyna's shoutin I don't give a shit cause jealousy will neva quit It never seems to amaze All the tension I raise and for this I get paid Ask me if I care and I'll say no Ask me if I've changed I'm still the same kid from the barrio But there's one point that I have to make See if you ask somebody shit you gotta ask me Cause there's too many rumors going around About Lil' Rob and the crowd is Brown Hyna's sayin' I'm conceited but I don't need it I'm callin you a fuckin mensa if you want to believe it So it's like you got your own choice mija Without fans I wouldn't be nothin' so you know I need ya I started rappin' now people don't let me live Some people don't want me livin' Their threats is what I'm given I don't know why cause I think I'm a nice guy Sometimes mad most of the time on my natural high And if you know me you know that's how I am It's called the Brown Crowd the life of this Mexican -Chorus 2x- ::verse 3:: Back with verse three so let me kick it I'm gonna make it quick sly slickful wicked To let you know otra ves that I won and you lost If you find me repeating something it's to get my point across To get my point across, to get my point across To all you levas who couldn't catch it You can't match it even though you try to snatch it A style from a lil' vatos who won't let go of a flow smooth suavacito And to you rappers who say I can't rap I'm passin you up with the quickness Cause you're on my shitlist You see I know what I'm doing ese But only if you knew holmes what I'm gonna do holmes Trip out as I go on with the funky flow as I flow flow flow on I'm dropping competition to the floor Because I got more bounce much more So let me fuck it up for the gente As I'm rappin' bottoms up on the Presidente Cause there's a party in the town tonight But am I through shit not quite Yeah holmes the Brown Crowd's the best This jam is called the Brown Crowd now wait for the rest -Chorus 2X- From Letras Mania