Sleepy Brown

Oh no no no
Oh no no no
Uh uh uh no uh no no da da do da do
I wanna mack in the back of a stack Cadillac and roll through the hood
I’ll be a bad motherfucker texting lovers undercover like «Baby, what’s good?»
I mean cooler than a pimp wearing velvet
Giving you some game to go and sell it
'Cause game’s not to be told like
(What's cooler than being cool? ICE COLD!)
Top down if the wind breezing
The sun’s out, that’s that mid season
I ain’t driving so I am drinking
Look, showing out, that’s for no reason
I see 'em peeking but they ain’t speaking
And that’s cool 'cause we ain’t need 'em
Alright
I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown
Real smooth like we used to
Real cool like we used to
Take it back to when we used to
Roll through the city, looking pretty like «What's up?»
I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown
And that’s cool, real cool, we cool
And that’s cool, real cool, we cool
And that’s cool, real cool, we cool
Something like Sade
But it ain’t dripping off that big body
Or like listening to Big Boi and André, sippin' OJ and Bombay
I mean cooler than Anita in the freezer
Put her in the Rich and nice to meet ya—still
The game’s not to be told like
(What's cooler than being cool? ICE COLD!)
Look, 2 A.M. and we still sippin'
Brown and clear, yeah, we been mixin'
Your hands on me, I can feel 'em slippin'
Alright, my girls texting but I don’t listen
Like «Where you at?»; think I’ve gone missin'
But we good, so I ain’t trippin'
I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown
Real smooth like we used to
Real cool like we used to
Take it back to when we used to
Roll through the city, looking pretty like «What's up?»
I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown
And that’s cool, real cool, we cool
And that’s cool, real cool, we cool
And that’s cool, real cool, we cool
Knock on wood, grain
Never say never in the hood, mayne
Knock on wood, grain
Look
Knock on wood, grain
Never say never in the hood, mayne
Knock on wood, grain
I wanna get down like Sleepy Brown
Real smooth, real cool
Now take me back to when we used to…