Brain - Masta Killa

Brain, brain, brain, brain

Brain, brain, brain, brain

Brain, brain, brain, brain

Brain, brain, brain, brain

Heh, yo, party people gather round, watch the God get down

The sound’s so rugged, measure the erection

It’s raw when I’m sexin' your brain

Cherry cream beam leather seats, lean

Goose in the canteen, dutch leaf green

Block wit a chocolate, ship a mil', box it

Moms and pops it, plan to be seventy five, live and kicking

Jewels drip in the heat, rippin' with a young sweet

Something in the passenger seat

Ivory Queen Bee got the Old Man feeling twenty three

Power-U fat as a peach, I’m Chief Jay Strongbow

From the east, come due Allah, what a beautiful squall

Through the Cartier tints, I seen her from afar

She in her mink trench in her panty and bra

Smooth in silk, naturally built, soy milk breast

Gas at the 'hess, slit it to the rest, undress