Brunch at the Brady (feat. Papa, Keeng Cut & Ausha LaCole) - Fire in Little Africa, Ray June & 1st Verse

If you want funk
Anything you want
Anything, anything you want
Anything you want (Canvas Production)

Anything you want
Anything you want and need
If you want funk, you should come funk with me
If you wanna roll, you should come and roll with me
Having brunch at the Brady
A hundred niggas going crazy, crazy

Brunch at the Brady
Brunch at the Brady (yeah)
I like my OJ fresh squeezed with cheese eggs and bacon
A 100 niggas on the steps of the century's biggest hater
A 100 years later and we still highly favoured
Tried to burn us out of history now we pissing on your toilets
Barbecuing on your lawn
Charlie Wilson dropped the bomb
Filled up with seeds of the future
Now we spread love like computer
Stone facing all these haters like Medusa

Brunch at the Brady, brunch at the Brady
Look at the Skyline, it's more than the name changing
Bringing a lot more than an appetite to the table
Sacrifices made like more than half my life I gave to
Building like I laid the pavement underneath the stages that we made it to
I can see us seeing that stadium soon
Grateful for every single bite I savor the food
Stay in tune, like I can't play with my behavior and mood
Or make an excuse for the way that I'm moving
Know the count so I can't be a slave to the institutions
Solutions, we introducing, from ideas to execution
From restlessness to restitution, yeah
This was organically grown and the fruit was farm fresh
I can see that sunlight, I can feel my arms stretch
I can feel that Greenwood spirit harness the best of us
I can see a hundred niggas on the lawn like everything is us

Anything you want
Anything you want and need
If you want funk, you should come funk with me
If you wanna roll, you should come and roll with me
Having brunch at the Brady
A 100 niggas going crazy, crazy

In the skyline mansion
Peeping these vaulted ceilings
Walking through these big rooms giving me big feelings
Like look around how the hell we get here
Went through it all, not knowing heaven was so near
Just waiting on us to be snatched back
Whip a crabcake Benedict in this bitch now picture that
We hood ain't gotta use a carafe for the mimosas we pitcher that
We good ain't gotta rent outcha spot
We own it uh, having brunch at the Brady

If you wanna roll, you should come and roll with me
Having brunch at the Brady
A hundred niggas going crazy, crazy

Having brunch at the Brady
A hundred niggas going crazy, crazy