Big Los - Nino Brown

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Young Two, what’s up («Mexican with attitude…»)

Come on

That’s right

It’s the incredible, unfadable, you can’t see me

Like Ghost

Nino Brown, put it down (Eastside, west coast)

Leavin' comatose confusion, magical like

Illusion, hallucination

Modification gets

Paid to flow

Paper, dough

Caked up some more game to spit (And that)

Gangsta shit

Theoretically uncontested, none can get

With the lyrical maestro, ace in the hole (Ha)

Same suit, same color Stacy boot

Aim to shoot

Slick, sly, ambitious, motherfucker (Hun)

I spit diction

Way out your jurisdiction

On a mission, intuition

Like the ouigi

Superstitious, never cross ladder, grey matter splatter

Hey batter, batter

Thirteen strikes (WOW)

Original gangsta Brown, stripes, straps

Glocks cock back

Hit a lick when we jack

In gats we trust, gats we bust

Hoodrats we cut

Tell 'em shut the fuck up

And get on

I’m all about my feria, get ready, hun

Nino 'bout to kill it

The so-called crown

Bout to steal it

Subliminal, clean cut criminal

Think I’m talkin' 'bout ya

Then dissect the lyrical miracle

Invisible angel city ghost, make a toast to the great

Brown hope

Muh’fucker, what you thank, hun

Big Los, big Los, the city of schemes

And every thang in big Los ain’t always what it seems

You might get food if you come from out of town

Nino Brown

«Mexican with attitude»

Big Los, big Los, the city of schemes

And every thang in big Los ain’t always what it seems

You might get food if you come from out of town

Nino Brown

«Mexican with attitude»

See me in my brown trench coat

Turtle neck to my throat

With my locs on

I got the whole town nervous

Stick 'em up, poltergeist

Ain’t nothin' nice, Nino Brown stay gangsta with it

Cutthroat

Quote it

Translucent

He loosen with it

Get it, don’t blink

You miss it

Close your eyes, it’s hard to tell

What’s up, Nas

Nino camoflague spit lyrical collages

V.I., yep

Relaxin'

Sippin' 'yac

Even got them N.Y. bitches, in them L.A. caps (Uh hun)

Feelin' on my blue Khak’s

Matter fact

Sick, even got they mamas on my dick (Ha)

Only fuck 'em thick

Cut quick

And gangsta bitches

Only suck a good dick (REALLY)

Nino Brown, hella cold

Hella bold

Confidant

Angel city go gold twice

You done, dawg, over with

Fini

Secrete heat

Hot flash

Me entiendes

Rewind that

What he say

Go figure

Did I sss…

Studder

Stupid motherfucker

I grip the mic

Rip the mic

Wrap it with the snake and eagle tag

How they like me now

Brown ride til the day that I die

That’s the way that I fly

For all my people, motherfucker (What)

Repeat Chorus Twice

«Mexican with attitude»