Word to my brother

Word, word to my brother, word, word

To my brother, word, word

To my brother

You're fourteen now, boy, it's time to up your style

The girls like them boys bad (you know), don't go too wild

Make sure you use deoderant, make sure you smell good

Them pretty girls gon' look at you and say, "Man, I wish I could"

You're still a little shorty, but that's okay

You'll grow taller

You can use my phone if you get her number,

Wanna call her

(Yeah?)

Word... word to my brother

Word, word to my brother, word

Word to my brother, word, word

Word to my brother

Your voice is getting squeaky (aww), that's called puberty

It means that you're maturing (But only physically)

You're still my little brother, you always gonna be

But, bro, pick up your garbage; your room is tragedy

Back to the girl thing, find out if she likes flowers

She'll like it if you text her every half an hour

Don't you ever hurt her, don't you ever make her scared

Show her that you love her and that you really care

Word, word to my brother, word

Word to my brother

Word, word to my brother, word, word

Word to my brother

I am not my brother's keeper

I'm only his cheerleader

But I'mma show him how to treat her

Make sure that he keep her

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Word, word to my brother

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Word to my brother

Word, word to my brother