I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door And her mama and her papa

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side How many times? Pour a cup for the bitches that ain't scared to get down Get down, get down How many times I gotta? Light another for the bitches

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,

Ain't no place I'd rather be Chil'ren, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky Shit, tired of gettin' shot at Tired of gettin' chased by the police and

And we gon' ride on forever We ride out together It's the only way we know to go Squad up, never roll alone Pull up right in your zone Take over the street, that's how we roll Came in at first, had bad luck Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin'

If it wasn't for these state lines You know I'll be there, right by your side Pulling you in, your body on mine Ain't no way I'd ever take my hands off of you Dancin', burning up the room You know that I'll keep on lovin' you I'll be lovin' you all night

Ain't no place I'd rather be Chil'ren, dead homies and family Sky high, iced out paradise, in the sky Only place that's right for me Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky Shit, tired of gettin' shot at Tired of gettin' chased by the police and

Under the redlight, you mean, ain't no stopping here? She told me that's right You want all of my attention, no at ease Told me what you want, I get you on your knees I got so much work overseas they need the visa My neck, my wrist, looking flashy like

I got the mad man blues Man don't you know, don't you know I go home at night about half past four All that knocking on my door I love these women, gonna treat them right Ain't gonna fuss and ain't gonna fight You beg me now baby and not before I'm gonna

Hey baby, you ain't treating me right You go off everyday and don't come home til night That ain't the way to do it That ain't the way to get along Well i'm pickin' you up and takin' you to my house Now you're up and you're treating me like a mouse Well