Lyrics:
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
now.
Now I must be really hard-up to work for some motherfuckas
With a name for a group like that
You know what I'm talkin' bout?
Yeah
Yeah, yeah,
forget that
Now you're a nurse
But I'm still cursed
Can't help but wonder
Why shit gets worst
Now you're in Jogja
Acting like a God's child
Told me to pray
the black now
My whole style and confidence yea it was passed down/
Never in the background
We was feeling fed up
Rosa never sat down
Martin had to tell ya
right
I go columbine if she do me shiest
I don't do everything right
I'm misunderstood
And if I could be perfect, by now I prolly would
Two things I don't
Beauty in brown
Gonna make you see
Beauty in brown
I'm not fooled by your back that's turned
Nor by the colour of your sweat
You remember loving the heat
open to it (ooh, open)
I never wanted love, but now I'm (ooh-wee)
Hey, girl, you know you're
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, you know what that means
You
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
the whip but I ain't Tokyo drifting
Verse 4 (C.O.C)
Cash out Chris abbreviated that's C.O.C
Twenty pounds when I arrive that's C.O.D
Sell a nigga bad
fucking?
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
My book of clairovyance
Tells of a prophecy
That a bitch named Chris
Will catch my cat
And cook him in
what
Can’t a mfucka make plenty feri anymore fuck w me and Im delivering C4 straight to ur door now smoke up
I got the feds takin notes all day
Chris Rich)
Drillers got feelings too (we got feelings too)
Lord, forgive me if I bust my gun (hey)
But I ain't dying by the hands of somebody's so
like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine
like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine
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
If you a downer stay the fuck outside the club, ho
If you tired, wake the fuck up for the town, ho
If you brown nosed, keep your mouth closed
By any
you need to sit still
So we can pick off your dirt in a sieve still
Put a fist in, as you're immersed in that water
And smashed in that order just feel
can't struggle for meals
See I could wake up with a dollar
But the way this hustle is set up by 7pm on my table is steak and lobster
If you're sleeping
was holding bong hits.
chorus – like mahatma gandhi followed by a horde of hotties or the feds on the trail of a
mr. john gotti, I'm a sound wave
really big enough
I'm in her guts, I'm in her guts, I eat that shit, alright
Eat that shit alright, I said I eat that shit up now
How now cow, boom boom
delusion
In hopes that Chris will maybe switch up his tune
And wanna settle down
When you're flying high
Do you promise, do you promise
You'll think of me up
You took my attention away so hard now I just can't focus
Jet black hair and your dark brown skin, everything so golden
Slim or big, really don't
like they play instrument
They throwing shit, might catch you in the mitt
Shit
Might get you any minute
Tomorrow's never promised, now ain't that a bitch
on)
Baby, turn around
And let me see that sexy body go bump, bump, bump
The way you're throwing that thing at me (yeah, come on)
I can't take it
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