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heart starts overloading
And you're crazy over
For everything she does
You ain't insane
This is your brain on love

You ain't insane
This is your
to catch her timin'

She ain't no little girl, she ain't got no curls
Her hair ain't brown, and her eyes ain't either
Round and round and round and round
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.
the night
You ain't got angel funds is low, stack
Your bitch been ho-jacked
Still scoop her up, bring her home
And blow that, 'cause Ghost be mostly
again, add it to wax

[Chorus]

[Young Chris]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner
Know my partner Young
or New Haven, or Chicago
Oh yeah, by the way, my name Chris Lowe
Move ya hips lows, love it when ya lips blow
Damn - shorty's standin by the coat check
take my own blood samples
look for imbalanced chemicals

cat scan for holes in my brain
and pulse rate my heart

[Verse 2]
but there is one last
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
to 'cause I got to, put the squad on your back did the impossible
It's only logical I spit from the heart, brown paper bag who else for Joe 2 guard that
song
And you ain't get a corn nigga you was getting fucked and
I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your, brain! You said you been in this ten
(intro)
Sexy, brown, brother, sexy, brown, brother

(verse 1)
Said I'm lookin' for brains, good looks and skills
Step on up if you think you fit
Clutchin' at a straw, 
Ain't got nothing left 
And the world keeps shoutin' more, more. 

You haven't got an earthly 
'Cause your heart bust up inside.
and Sparks, we running this rap s***
Chris and Neef, we running this rap s***

The takeover, the break's over n****
God MC, me, Jay-Hova
Hey lil' soldier
Oh and Sparks, we running this rap shit
Chris and Neef, we running this rap shit

The takeover, the break's over nigga
God MC, me, Jay-Hova
Hey
You ain't a thug so I want to see what your brains and your blood look like
Fuck is you sick? 'Pac should be pissed
'Cause fifty percent of the niggaz
Look who's back in town
Ain't nobody but Sally Sue Brown
All you boys better run for cover
If you don't a-want to be a hearted broken lover.
Lay that nigga down, AK or that 40 round
Pills and weed got me higher than Bobby Brown (Rollin')
T.T.G. ho, (Ho) Trained To Go ho (Ho)
Lay down
you, not just 'cause I want to 'cause I got to, put the squad on your back did the impossible
It's only logical I spit from the heart, brown paper bag
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'
Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

The takeover, the break's over nigga
God MC, me, Jay-Hova
Hey lil' soldier you
need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it hear first Nappy Boy Radio
We love you

Hey,

[Chorus]
She want that lovey dovey 
That
stop now
For sure ain't no doubt
Keep an open mind - let it all hang out

It's raining inside a big brown moon
How does that mess your baby up leg
can't stop now
For sure ain't no doubt
Keep an open mind - let it all hang out

It's raining inside a big brown moon
How does that mess your baby up
in our hearts

This is not my home, no
Everyone's bought and sold
This is not my home
Everybody's walking round the dead and cold

One by one by
at a straw, 
Ain't got nothing left 
And the world keeps shoutin more, more. 
You haven't got an earthly 
'cause your heart bust up inside. 
Nobody you can