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conversations.value: Write me a song called Brown Paper Bag with the following description: Single off of DJ Khaled’s 2007 aptly titled album, We the Best.
  Cool & Dre built the beat from the instrumental break of Yvonne Elliman’s disco classic, “If I Can’t Have You” off of the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack.
  Hit the video to hear the sample in its original context:
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hK7ysTpPYjE Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Pre-Chorus 1: Jeezy]
  Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
  You niggas really wanna talk money?
  Shit real, that's all I can tell 'em
  Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em
  [Chorus: Dre]
  Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that)
  Brown Paper Bag
  [Verse 1: Jeezy]
  Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights
  Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that white
  They used to call me the Pyrex kid
  A.K.A. Young Arm & Hammer
  In the kitchen with the pots, yeah I work the glass
  Hard on 'em, pimp, yeah I work 'em tass
  And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all
  Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all
  Just two words nigga, duffel bag
  I just know it so well, can't help but brag
  Gold Mouth got 10, Mel Man got 3
  It's just your luck the rap game got me, hold up
  [Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
  Here we go again
  Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money all on Timbs
  And the bad bitches all on him
  'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign
  The game is mine, I'm so far in
  I'm speaking with an accent you just caught wind
  Can't even relax in my room
  That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof
  This for my niggas gettin' brown paper bag money
  This for my strippers gettin' black plastic bag money
  We talkin' 'bout that bad money
  That IRS can't tax money, ya dig me? [Pre-Chorus 2: Rick Ross]
  Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
  I thank God for the mil' he prepared for me
  Take care my fam and my little dog, money
  Thank God for that brown paper bag, that
  [Chorus: Dre & 
  Rick Ross
  ]
  Brown Paper Bag (
  Thank God for that
  )
  Brown Paper Bag  (
  Boss, c'mon
  )
  Brown Paper Bag  (
  Thank God for that
  )
  Brown Paper Bag  (
  We the best
  )
  [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
  Just pulled over in my CM 5
  Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
  Got 20 in the trunk, you can bet me five
  20 minutes and they dump, I'mma let these fly
  We the best! Look at what we drive
  Got pic-nic tables on my lap, gettin' high
  In the back of the Maybach, and it cost five
  Hundred thou and a nigga spent that with a smile
  Stackin' numbers at alarmin' rates
  White house, still move a brick of raw in a day
  I'm that Bin Laden boy, I'll bomb ya state
  I ain't come to stay, I got a postbar and a date
  Two million in a bag, ain't one to brag
  You don't know the feelin' when the villain peelin' in a Jag
  Just starin' at the ceilin', ten woman at your pad
  I was at the center, now I see villain just in fact, I'm a Boss [Pre-Chorus 3: Lil Wayne]
  Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money
  It feels good to be Young Money, Cash Money
  Rehab, I'm addicted to fast money
  I got stacks of rubber bands up in that
  [Chorus: Dre]
  Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that)
  Brown Paper Bag
  Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that)
  Brown Paper Bag
  [Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
  Practice make perfect, I'm relaxing at rehearsal
  I'm a mothafuckin' professional, like Herschel
  Walker, the talk of the game, is I
  But I wonder will they still be talkin' after I die
  But that's not important, money's more important
  And understand I been in that water like I was snorklin'
  Understand I been in that water like I'm a dolphin
  Miami, Khaled took me in like an orphan
  Why did they start him, now they can't park him
  I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
  Lamborghini dark tint, 
  philly blunt cigar scent
  I'm by myself cause niggas run they mouths like auctions
  T-Street's my brother, FeFe's my brother
  And we stay on point like a fucking box cutter
  Ya heard what I say, mothafucka did I stutter
  With my brown paper bag here to represent the hustle, I'm out [Pre-Chorus 4: Fat Joe]
  Coka baby, man you know I already had money
  Definition of that brown paper bag money
  Try front and I'll zip you in a bag, money
  For the cash, I'll blast anybody, that
  [Chorus: Dre]
  Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that)
  Brown Paper Bag
  Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that)
  Brown Paper Bag
  [Verse 5: Fat Joe]
  Ya'll niggas want coca music
  Lacostra Nostra flow, show ya how to do this
  Pin it so easy, a caveman could do it
  Nigga, we simply the best, don't confuse it
  I confuse it, critics be hating
  Best album yet, don't give me the same rating
  I'm waiting top of Rap Rushmore
  Etched in stone, right beside Pun's noy
  Unsure, anythings possible
  4 mill spent, bought out the Art Basel
  I'm Picasso, in a Versace suit
  Don't worry my nigga, Khaled I got you
  Not just cause I want to, cause I got to
  Put the squad on your back, the impossible
  It's only logical to spit it from the heart
  Brown paper bag, who else but Joe the God?
  That
  [Chorus: Dre]
  Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that)
  Brown Paper Bag