Artist: Master Fuol f/ Roscoe Album: Brownsville Kid Song: Brownsville, N.Y. Typed by: Davida.b. [Master Fuol (???)] (Brownsville) For real, bout to act a fool Girls all over the world screamin 'It's Master Fuol!' I have to do what I have to do, clap one, now clap the tool Give you a standing ovation and, clap the crew Hit shots out the park like Barry Bonds Run around Jane when she married Juan So I tap that ass till after dawn Smoke some shit that a cat pissed on Bump heads in the bed like ?capricorn? Got two guns, I'll strap em on Eat it up, beat it up till the crack of dawn Pool at your crib like Cappadon Fully armed, things I don't blaze on, put the cape on, niggas, they gone I keep a game broad, and I stay charmed Fully armed, things I don't blaze on, put the cape on, niggas, they gone Get caught like Nate Dogg before a rape charge [Chorus: Master Fuol (??)] (Brownsville New York) I keep the clubs poppin, I keep them shows rockin, I keep that dough poppin (When I'm with my breezies) I keep them hoes flockin, I keep them strippers topless, I keep them panties droppin (When I'm out in Cali) I keep the fame poppin, I keep the spot hot, I keep the cops watchin (Any other place I be) I keep the stairs crunk, I keep my fans crunk, I keep they hands up [Interlude: Master Fuol (Roscoe)] (Now put your squads up, now put your hands up) Act up a ??? before I clap up your boyfriend [Master Fuol (???)] (Brownsville New York) Where you stop to party Came in, got shot and dropped, we sorry In (Brownsville New York), home of ABGs Where anybody can get it, shit, even me I'm from (Brownsville New York) dead bodies in allies We wildin at rallies, the real niggas riot like Cali We live in (Brownsville New York) where we hop the train Cock Diesel niggas screamin out pop my chain We screamin (Brownsville) [Roscoe (???)] Don't get your chain snatched Where you from fool? You better bang that When you come to (Brownsville), yeah, we don't care Put your squad in the air, Master Fuol, finna act a fool [Chorus] [Interlude: Roscoe (Master Fuol)] Yeah, YA, we doin it big, now put your hands up Now put your squads up, now put your hands up Now put your squds up, now put your hands up Now put your hands up (Brownsville) [Master Fuol (???)] (Brownsville) Still duckin the deez Got chicks screamin 'Why you got a gun in your jeans?' I'm gonna be what I'm gonna be, and cops is on to me Hot like the suana be, like corner be on Florence and Normandy Cuz I was born to be a superstar Kick a little game and scoop the broad Kiss on the neck, lose the bra Sippin on Saki in a sushi bar Fully armed, things I don't blaze on, put the cape on, niggas, they gone (Brownsville) I hit that bom bom, stuffed with crondon Fully armed, things I don't blaze on, put the cape on, niggas, they gone (Brownsville) I put my spurs on, and it's on Ain't no stoppn us, and ain't no knockin us And ain't no blockin us, we keep it, keep it, keep it poppin up in [Chorus]