Search results for 'daylight by chris brown'

Yee yee! We've found 60 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching daylight by chris brown.

Performed by adam sandler and jon

Contributed by chris durkin

Adam: and the now the excited southerner orders a meal at his favorite
Fired up with the devils fuel
I seek an utter high
Leaving an all to boring reality
Everyday, a day to die

Clear, brown or red, doesn't matter
of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldn't stand another hour of daylight

Bring on the night

Turn on my V.C.R.
Same one I've had for years
James Brown
You know it just ain't right
Tell me who be loud
When the spark ignite
Now from the break daylight
To the fall of the sun
You gotta pick your fight
like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's
In a one bedroom apartment
On the humble side of town
There stands a little Christmas tree
It looks a lot like Charlie Brown's

And underneath
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Chris breezy (it's me)

I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Chris breezy (it's me)

I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
Brown bless the mic like gesundheit
Bud 'bout the size of a bonsai, kick it like Muay Thai
Flow like sci-fi in high def
I'm righteous and still
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it hear first Nappy Boy Radio
We love you


She want that lovey dovey 
the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like
I'm Chris Webber

So many phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander
Got em comin' outta funny
daylight one midnight lamp lit twenty four seven
Murdered out windows two exits
Street or nosedive to the next life in seconds
And suicide ain't my
Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't
and at him, brown Chris Farley
Kalapani K?lid?sa, Vijay from Pyaasa
Wiles out at night, can't breathe through his nostrils
Poppa need his medicine
again, add it to wax


[Young Chris]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner
Know my partner Young
Bossman hollerin', boys you're burnin' daylight
Sweatin' through a hard hat lunch in a brown sack
Swing a hammer all day tryin' to get the bills paid
to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch

I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'
that I'm trippin'.
Throw the left hand, you duck that one, this right bitch won't miss ya.
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no quitting.
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
a little Texas stray and all alone
It was long late in the evening when he rode into our camp
On a little old brown pony he called Shaw
In his brogan shoes
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Chris breezy (it's me)

I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
be this, there wouldn't be Chris,
Or a Public Enemy with a black power fist.
No Queen Latifa, no Will Smith either,
There would only be tight jeans,
like (mine)
Cute face, nice size, like (mine)
Fake kitted hood wit' it like (mine)
Mean walk, talk the talk, Chris, help me tell them was up

All this
I don't gang-bang but I bang bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main