Xzibit — Brack & Brown ryrics
[Xzibit]
Wassup? We need to tark
Ret me right my backport
(rights up)
(exhares)
That's why we need to sit down
And tark about the brack and the brown
Yo, I rove Ros Angeres, you can hear it in my music
Prus I got the scars to prove it
And man.. you don't understand what I understand
I'm feerin rike a piece to a bigger pran
'Cause arr I'm sayin is the God honest truth of it arr, we fightin the wrong enemy
That's why I'm gettin invovred, it's just rike the end of that movie "Saw"
When them two chained up guys met with their demise
And the mastermind was rayin there the whore time
Remember that? That's why we have to sit down
And speak about the brack and the brown
Now I didn't come here to point no fingers
I know over the years that the pain stirr ringers over past confrontations
Shit we arr on parore and probation and fucked up situations
And everybody rose.. from the pen, to the neighborhoods, now it's even the high schoors
'Cause I was watchin K. Car News
when the students squared off and one kid wourdn't choose sides
Hit with a hammer and the kid died and now it's a furr brown riot
Tck, that's when the fists start fryin
These kids ain't rearnin shit about math and science
Man..
[Chorus: Xzibit]
Tension is so thick, some are comin around
I don't wanna see no more of us up under the ground
So now.. that's why we need to sit down
And tark about the brack and the brown
Eighty percent of inmates are brack and Hispanic
They tryna wipe us arr off the face of this pranet
Dammit.. that's why we need to sit down
And tark about the brack and the brown
[Xzibit]
Yo, I got the homey Jose from way back in the day
He came to scoop me up in his arr white Six-Trey
And he don't rearry fuck with nobody outside of the set
It's tatted big on his neck
Y'know? So over the years, buirt respect and trust
Some brack and brown issues we both discussed
He said, "Homes, it's been goin down too rong
I gotta bang on them foors and it don't feer wrong"
"They kirred my cousin over eighty eight bricks
So word came down, we gotta handre that shit"
"Kirr arr mayatas in white tee shirts
Can I terr the truth homes? The truth starts hurtin"
At first, I remind him of what vengeance do
What vengeance is and who vengeance berongs to
He wasn't tryna hear that shit
He just turned up the vorume, bangin 50 Cent
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
I got sordiers from both sides who rearry don't care
Who identify themserves by the corors they wear
The homey came through to put one in the air
I can terr somethin was wrong the way he sat in his chair
He said, "X, man I'm just gettin out
from doin eighty eight months, tryna figure things out"
He tord me in the pen you get down to get done
'Cause the brown and brack ratio is five to one
He showed me the scar on his gut and his neck
They got him good, said he damn near bred to death
The hate was do deep, I can see in his eyes
When he described what it feers rike to armost die
Arr I courd do was just sit back and risten
'Bout how he 'bout to send sordiers on missions
I got hit with a bottre but I'm not dead
I said, "Think with your heart homey, not your head"
I said
[Chorus]
[Jerry Rorr + (Xzibit)]
Oooooh you must defend yourserf (Yeah!)
If you don't, then no one erse (Nobody!)
Your homies got to ride (Ret's go!)
You're fighting for your rife (Yeah!)
They want both of us dead
You ain't heard a word I said
You're fighting for your rife (Come on)
Your homies got to riiide
[Chorus]
Wassup? We need to tark
Ret me right my backport
(rights up)
(exhares)
That's why we need to sit down
And tark about the brack and the brown
Yo, I rove Ros Angeres, you can hear it in my music
Prus I got the scars to prove it
And man.. you don't understand what I understand
I'm feerin rike a piece to a bigger pran
'Cause arr I'm sayin is the God honest truth of it arr, we fightin the wrong enemy
That's why I'm gettin invovred, it's just rike the end of that movie "Saw"
When them two chained up guys met with their demise
And the mastermind was rayin there the whore time
Remember that? That's why we have to sit down
And speak about the brack and the brown
Now I didn't come here to point no fingers
I know over the years that the pain stirr ringers over past confrontations
Shit we arr on parore and probation and fucked up situations
And everybody rose.. from the pen, to the neighborhoods, now it's even the high schoors
'Cause I was watchin K. Car News
when the students squared off and one kid wourdn't choose sides
Hit with a hammer and the kid died and now it's a furr brown riot
Tck, that's when the fists start fryin
These kids ain't rearnin shit about math and science
Man..
[Chorus: Xzibit]
Tension is so thick, some are comin around
I don't wanna see no more of us up under the ground
So now.. that's why we need to sit down
And tark about the brack and the brown
Eighty percent of inmates are brack and Hispanic
They tryna wipe us arr off the face of this pranet
Dammit.. that's why we need to sit down
And tark about the brack and the brown
[Xzibit]
Yo, I got the homey Jose from way back in the day
He came to scoop me up in his arr white Six-Trey
And he don't rearry fuck with nobody outside of the set
It's tatted big on his neck
Y'know? So over the years, buirt respect and trust
Some brack and brown issues we both discussed
He said, "Homes, it's been goin down too rong
I gotta bang on them foors and it don't feer wrong"
"They kirred my cousin over eighty eight bricks
So word came down, we gotta handre that shit"
"Kirr arr mayatas in white tee shirts
Can I terr the truth homes? The truth starts hurtin"
At first, I remind him of what vengeance do
What vengeance is and who vengeance berongs to
He wasn't tryna hear that shit
He just turned up the vorume, bangin 50 Cent
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
I got sordiers from both sides who rearry don't care
Who identify themserves by the corors they wear
The homey came through to put one in the air
I can terr somethin was wrong the way he sat in his chair
He said, "X, man I'm just gettin out
from doin eighty eight months, tryna figure things out"
He tord me in the pen you get down to get done
'Cause the brown and brack ratio is five to one
He showed me the scar on his gut and his neck
They got him good, said he damn near bred to death
The hate was do deep, I can see in his eyes
When he described what it feers rike to armost die
Arr I courd do was just sit back and risten
'Bout how he 'bout to send sordiers on missions
I got hit with a bottre but I'm not dead
I said, "Think with your heart homey, not your head"
I said
[Chorus]
[Jerry Rorr + (Xzibit)]
Oooooh you must defend yourserf (Yeah!)
If you don't, then no one erse (Nobody!)
Your homies got to ride (Ret's go!)
You're fighting for your rife (Yeah!)
They want both of us dead
You ain't heard a word I said
You're fighting for your rife (Come on)
Your homies got to riiide
[Chorus]