Artist: Master Fuol Album: Brownsville Kid Song: Who the Clown? (Brownsville B.K.) Typed by: Davida.b. [Master Fuol] Now who the clown' ass bettin in poker, broker than ??? Brown Fuol do shoot it down like my hooler's rounds Catch me in a pair of gators sliding through your town Head twist up, mink grits suited down We in the room, smokin boom, getting booted out Police fighting in the crib and they about to shoot it out (Foo what you doin now?) Yo I got to cool it out Matter of fact, fall back, grab your coats and move it out My music make em say "We don't know how to act" The crowd go wild when the throw on a track I'm in the ladies bathroom, sneakin a peak Who I see in the stall, she is a freak They ask if I wanna join, I said no thank you I got a chick with a whip that's ready to spank fools At 2:30, Fuol's ready with the picker-up Said it's 2:30, I ain;t jiggin, nigga what? Oh yeah sick of fucking Brownsville niggas? That's rediculous You fluckin now what? Alright shu up and hitthe dutch [Chorus: Master Fuol] Known to get crunk, known to let it bump Known to jack chains, known to back thangs Known to rob food, known to pawn jewels [Master Fuol] Cool it down cocksucker, you fuckers don't want to fool around Still shoot you down, love my hooters round Big booty baggin the beat and hit the coochie yet Yelling out the window like her name was Juliet Romeo must die, kick your ass like Jet Li See me in Miami on the jet ski Shake you up and pop the top like Pepsi Test me and I skate with your ice like Wayne Gretsky He got it son, no he don't, I've seen him tuck it Like a Brooklyn nigga, scheeming on something Scheeming on pocket pussy paper poppin the peace Politicin with pistol packin, hop in the jeep It's business as usual Pissed off most time, but I choose to smile I'm a rockstar nigga, I move the crowd Everything shut down when the Fuol's in town [Chorus] [Master Fuol] Brooklyn baby, BK Brownsville Grew up in Van Dyke, right down the hill Guns go off, normally you got killed Smoke, fuck, drink, that's my everyday drill Bet you ain't hard with a puck in your face Double barrel, 3-D, ain;t nothing to say Let's go, rip shows, rip clothes, rip hoes Flip o, get dough, bodybag, zip closed Fuol, remember the name Or catch it at the lights like heroin caine