[Intro]

What's goin on world?

It's Pop Da Brown Hornet

Chillin wit Black, Blackstreet, Chauncey

This song is dedicated to, inspired by

Brother of mine, Poo Johnson

My love baby, this for you



[Pop Da Brown Hornet]

A childhood friend of mine, was shot to death

I visioned his body, fo' they lay him to rest

The autopsy showed he was hit in the head, in the chest

Weakened the strip, straight thru his flesh

Whoever responsible will see the judge

I hold no grudge, I fight evil with love

I hear no evil, and I see non either

Comin from believin the creator

As a juvenile, I would often sit and wonder

Starin out the window at the lightning and thunder

Will they better days for mom dukes and me, at birth

She wrapped up her dreams and gave them to me

Genetically, I could feel the energy

Pullin me towards my destiny, it was meant to be

Eventually, it'll all pay off

If you want it bad enough, you gotta give what it costs



Chorus: Chauncey Hannibal

Every woman, every man

To spread the news across the land

Stand up, stand up, stand up

Everybody, there has to be a better plan

Stand up, stand up, stand up



[Pop Da Brown Hornet]

Nothin in life for free, not even death

Can know and at em, cut out to be the best

With we form mistakes, no one was born perfect

Be careful who you love, because they might no deserve

The knowledge that I drop, pure enough to worship

As for Pop the individual, I'm just a mere mortal

I'm trying to make it out of poverty

Buy some property, build for the family

Establish and establishment

Put the proceeds I receive from entertainment

All I want is love-love, so I can retire the all black knockout glove

And just touch you in