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you gotta rewind
Chicano sounds are the downest you will find
When it comes to a rolla Brown Crowd controla
How do you know because Lil' Rob told ya
Come enjoy the life
Baby take a ride (Ciara)
I just wanna find you (you) you (Remix)

So let me flip the script
You lookin' for the real
Baby
I’m stackin’ paper
Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper
You are now, now rockin’ with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
Waka Flocka Flame, Lil
is gonna radiate
And nothing's equivalent

Nothin' can harm me
Why try to bar me
You couldn't come around
To rob with a army

You'll get wrecked by
I’m stackin’ paper
Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper
You are now, now rockin’ with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
Waka Flocka Flame, Lil
is gonna radiate
And nothing's equivalent

Nothin' can harm me
Why try to bar me
You couldn't come around
To rob with a army

You'll get wrecked by
represent
Lil' Rob be the fucking baddest, Mexicano born with the badness
Putting it down for the Brown, putting it down for my town
La coloña, holding
stop just because
The people in the crowd are watching us
'cause we don't give a damn what they say
This is the- the remix baby

(Usher)
Come a little
by The Black Album I was blacking out
Party at S.O.B's and we had packed the crowd
Big brother got his show up in Madison Square
And I'm like yea, yea
his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by the 'Black Album', I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B's and we had packed the crowd

Big brother got
know give me a motherfuckin break, will ya?

shorty was da bomb brown skin honey with the dough 
found out she was a lil' ho but still yo
pushed up
Aye, it's so beautiful when three playas comes together
It's your boy Memp Hitz
You already know what this is
H-U-E-Y (remix)
Bow Weezy
T-Pain
Hitz
bandages, or heal ya wounds

Nigga I got shotty's and semi's, I love 'dro and Henny
I'm brown and skinny, but I've fucked up so many
I got QP's
Hey!
Mr. wipe down, ya heard me 
Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix!
Bad ass, Savage life, Foxx-a-million
Man, you already know what it is; ya
of lead, enters your head

Then eruptions of a mass production
Will spread when music is louder, full of gun power
Microphone machinery, when I see a crowd
piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up
Mr. Wipe Down in this biatch
Down yy heard me, Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix
Badazz, Savage life, Foxx-a-million
Man you already know what
Hey!
Mr. wipe down, ya heard me 
Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix!
Bad ass, Savage life, Foxx-a-million
Man, you already know what it is; ya
Hey!
Mr. wipe down, ya heard me 
Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix!
Bad ass, Savage life, Foxx-a-million
Man, you already know what it is; ya
Mr. Wipe Down in this biatch
Down yy heard me, Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix
Badazz, Savage life, Foxx-a-million
Man you already know what
grams and rocks
If anything been scoring from me
It was ten a ki
I let my l'il round hustle
As long as they score for me

[Lac]
Look if I pull up
Mr. Wipe Down in this biatch
Down yy heard me, Foxx-a-million
This one be the remix
Badazz, Savage life, Foxx-a-million
Man you already know what
grams and rocks
If anything been scoring from me
It was ten a ki
I let my l'il round hustle
As long as they score for me

[Lac]
Look if I pull up
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
light the crowd like an ooh op
No witness to the rhyme vandel evidence is surcumstancial
And I still I grip a pistol by the handle
then start blowin'