I love my microphone clear, ice cold beer, premiere
   My news and sweet, nothing's in ya ear
   I treat them like they outta be treated
   Like they want their cutty licked
   They better get their girlfriend to come eat it
   I don't tongue-twa, I rock nonstop
   Hip hop got me locked, competition get props
   The bar, you can front it, got rhymes by the hundred
   New York City creepin it, delightedly blunted
   I love to stay high, Pop pass the la
   Nigga caught a black eye for tellin the white lie
   Don't even try or you just might die for real
   All ya ally cat niggas gotta fry
   Makin it hard for me and my squad
   Doin shit I can't disregard, my nigga just got scarred for life
   Do ya thing, be the men, be mice
   Hiddin behind mics, with lyrics that sound nice
   Softer than a milk shake, whole image is fake
   I use they ass for bait, throw them in a lake
   Let the crab snap em, my enemies clap 'em
   Some bring lips abyss I feel it's ("Time for some action!"- B-Real)
   Like a flick, loaded with guns
   Better yet like a chick, who posses big buns
   I stay screamin on duns, shinin with my sons
   Runnin up in lady, bangin them like tums
  
   Chorus: Pop Da Brown Hornet (Down Low Recka)
   You know you wanna ride with us (No doubt)
   Take note before we bust (We pullin out)
   Follow me up son (Follow me up son) follow me up
   (follow me up)
   Follow, follow, follow me up son
  
   [Down Low Recka]
   Let me tell ya somethin, don't fall for the foolery
   Hip hop ain't live like it used it be, one step from the eulogy
   The future looks promisin though, got team reunited
   And god risin, GP's set to blow
   The pyramid complete, been done, I'ma start barkin on ya tricks for fun
   Ya currency holdin, this is in ya pockets swollen
   Lookin dead into the light, and can't see where ya goin
   Pull it reversal, you better stop beatin hip hop before it hurts you
   These laws is universal
   From my home to your home, from Cairo to Rome
   I'm here to the Twilight Zone, the facts roam
   I remember when I used to sit back, smokin a bone
   Wonderin if I'mma blaze hip hop before it's gone
   Brothers is bustin at rap with macks like drome
   Niggas livin in glass labs, throwin stones
   I'm walkin over light shine on, my back to it
   Eyes peeled, so I can see when I go thru it
   Y'all hoes ain't all about nothin
   Cuz you don't fear, don't say shit and just keep doin it
  
   Chorus
  
   [Pop Da Brown Hornet]
   You just above average, I'm superstar status
   Microphone savage, devour the baddest
   Ghetto fabulous, in hip hop madness
   Before I'm done with this, I'll be sittin on mad cabbage
   At times I'm on the low, at times I'm in ya face
   Occupy the time slot, you occupy space
   You gettin outta line boy, stay in your place
   The wifey in my kitchen, beggin me to taste
   The way she chef it up, should I toss that ass up?
   You treat her like a queen, Pop treat her like a slut
   It's all about a nut, cuz love don't give a fuck
   Finger in the butt, she know to keep her mouth shut
   Check it, let me proceed I'm trippin off weed
   A lot of cats are trippin off jealously and greed
   Can't make it on the else, so they sit around and plot
   Five hundred in they pot, so case around from rot
   There's a thin line between failure and success
   It's like we uptown, know I always got it fresh
   Head throbbin G, and off like a bank robber
   Meditate, get up, run thru the potter
   Only cuz I gotta, I take MC's out
   You thought I was a shark, cut, took the wrong route
   Now you assed ou tnowhere to be found
   Fuckin with Pop Da Brown, baby
  
   Chorus