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Brenboy - Keep It Home Grown Lyrics



Brenboy - Keep It Home Grown Lyrics




And yea I'm a product of
Boom bap era Hip Hop making yo body rock
Not the type to talk a lot of shit about what shawty got
Feens will run up on you like yo how much dough you got
Sill we like to floss a lot
Side shows I bust moves my crew take up the parking lot
Weed I like to spark a lot scheming in the dark a lot
Told two of my compas to meet me at the taco shop
I got a plan and it's going down
People seem to hit my line every time I come around
I got hella vibes and neighborhood music
I'm living in the now space and time my dude and you'z a
Outdated square using Windows 98
I'm a mac with cash cloud starting to precipitate
There's local money now and I gotta get it
But these out of town numbers got me trippin down to Mississippi
I'm a hippy feeling jiggy
Playa like to gamble roll the dice like it's fifty-fifty
Barefooted bandit I be on the run blowing sticky
If I'm choppin game then I'm probably bumpin Nicky
That just aint my cup of tea
I was raised by OG's playas still f*ck with me
My type of people see the police we duck and weave
My type of people still holding up a f*cking T
Thizz or die when I'm in the club wavy
Chunking up a deuce cuz you know it's all gravy

And yea that's the reefer talk
Brenboy's on turn yo mother f*cking speakers up
If home grown is what they want then I deliver
It's got me heating up the winter
And ain't nobody know better than we know
Keep it home grown and stay focussed on a c-note
If home grown is what they want then I deliver
It's got me heating up the winter

B-boy's back in town putting it down
Keep it home grown keep it keep it home grown
B-boy's back in town putting it down
Keep it home grown keep it keep it home grown

My name B. Reyes but they call me Brenboy for short
Praying that the reaper don't be sneaking up on me fasho
I still wanna see my CD's up in best buy
Gripping a microphone while I'm throwing up a Westside
The best I've done thus far was just a test drive
Brooklyn style flow got em thinking I'm from Bed-Stuy
But home grown Brenboy be on some global shit
My mind set expands far beyond some local shit
Camera focussing zoning on my passion
I work hard and make time to stay up on my fashion
I make money like love you know I love romancing
People like the way I move and they ain't talking dancing

And yea that's the reefer talk
Brenboy's on turn yo mother f*cking speakers up
If home grown is what they want then I deliver
It's got me heating up the winter
And ain't nobody know better than we know
Keep it home grown and stay focussed on a c-note
If home grown is what they want then I deliver
It's got me heating up the winter

B-boy's back in town putting it down
Keep it home grown keep it keep it home grown
B-boy's back in town putting it down
Keep it home grown keep it keep it home grown
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And yea I'm a product of
Boom bap era Hip Hop making yo body rock
Not the type to talk a lot of shit about what shawty got
Feens will run up on you like yo how much dough you got
Sill we like to floss a lot
Side shows I bust moves my crew take up the parking lot
Weed I like to spark a lot scheming in the dark a lot
Told two of my compas to meet me at the taco shop
I got a plan and it's going down
People seem to hit my line every time I come around
I got hella vibes and neighborhood music
I'm living in the now space and time my dude and you'z a
Outdated square using Windows 98
I'm a mac with cash cloud starting to precipitate
There's local money now and I gotta get it
But these out of town numbers got me trippin down to Mississippi
I'm a hippy feeling jiggy
Playa like to gamble roll the dice like it's fifty-fifty
Barefooted bandit I be on the run blowing sticky
If I'm choppin game then I'm probably bumpin Nicky
That just aint my cup of tea
I was raised by OG's playas still f*ck with me
My type of people see the police we duck and weave
My type of people still holding up a f*cking T
Thizz or die when I'm in the club wavy
Chunking up a deuce cuz you know it's all gravy

And yea that's the reefer talk
Brenboy's on turn yo mother f*cking speakers up
If home grown is what they want then I deliver
It's got me heating up the winter
And ain't nobody know better than we know
Keep it home grown and stay focussed on a c-note
If home grown is what they want then I deliver
It's got me heating up the winter

B-boy's back in town putting it down
Keep it home grown keep it keep it home grown
B-boy's back in town putting it down
Keep it home grown keep it keep it home grown

My name B. Reyes but they call me Brenboy for short
Praying that the reaper don't be sneaking up on me fasho
I still wanna see my CD's up in best buy
Gripping a microphone while I'm throwing up a Westside
The best I've done thus far was just a test drive
Brooklyn style flow got em thinking I'm from Bed-Stuy
But home grown Brenboy be on some global shit
My mind set expands far beyond some local shit
Camera focussing zoning on my passion
I work hard and make time to stay up on my fashion
I make money like love you know I love romancing
People like the way I move and they ain't talking dancing

And yea that's the reefer talk
Brenboy's on turn yo mother f*cking speakers up
If home grown is what they want then I deliver
It's got me heating up the winter
And ain't nobody know better than we know
Keep it home grown and stay focussed on a c-note
If home grown is what they want then I deliver
It's got me heating up the winter

B-boy's back in town putting it down
Keep it home grown keep it keep it home grown
B-boy's back in town putting it down
Keep it home grown keep it keep it home grown
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Writer: Brendon Reyes
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Performed By: Brenboy
Length: 3:25
Written by: Brendon Reyes

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