Lyrics:
decide
I can’t think straight
I just get lost in your eyes yeah
Cause I could recognize what’s real
I would’ve walked away
But I’m here still tryna figure
it gone be
Trick or treat
Huh... break it down
Darkskin Chris brown ima bout to take you down
She my queen I just replaced a ring for a crown
Pretty
Producer: Real Red
I’m solo like Quan
Marching band i got drums
But i do not swing a baton
I’m just gone keep me a gunnnnnnn
I sip that act
Chris): momma I just wanna take the time out to say that if it was'nt for you I would'nt be here today and I apoligize for all the times I made you cry
down in my town like Chris Brown we gon' run it
I don't trust nobody, not at all, glock stuffed in my coat
All my niggas we the new wave we gon' rock
Boy Brown Boy I said Im a mothafuckin brown boy
""Is What they want, That's how they run this place. Once we get together, they don't run shit.""
Now we can settle this like you got some class
Or we can get into some gangster shit
Hey, Chris, I don't want no issues, bruh
I don't want no
do the crate challenge
Nah fuck that, imma do the move challenge I'm on the move
I'm like Chris Brown, I'm moving to fast I'm busting moves
Hit
these streets
Go to church, Sunday, Monday, sellin' raw in these streets
Never took it home though, I left it all in these streets
Gotta do what I gotta
On 5th Ave shopping sprees, and them dinners to Chow's
I ain't concerned what other men would do now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
although that was never the goal
What is inside must come out
When anyone asks my opinion on being an artist of any kind, I tell them that if they can
Do
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
for the king
Am I wrong?!
So yo, what's up
It's me again
Scot La Rock,
KRS, BDP again
Many people had the nerve to think we would end
and say "What I miss?"
Didn't need your guidance through these years, you can call me Chris
Me and hatred, we are not alike, yeah yeah
But me and passion,
Every now and again when Chris and I were doing janitorial
Interference from the offices upstairs would sneak into our
Headsets and we could hear
do
But it's something deep inside you,
That tell you it's gotta be more than doing what other guys do,
They had nobody there to guide you
But I
me and Bob Marley
That we'd need to head to the creek with Chris Farley
Down by the river where my people like to party
Aye, it's like I on't dance
brown eyes, brown skin
Wow I do shots down wine
Grab you by the waist, bump and grind, spin you 'round I
Heard you got a man and normally I ain't cool
On 5th Ave shopping sprees, and them dinners to Chow's
I ain't concerned what other men would do now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
and say what I miss?
Didn’t need your guidance through these years, you can call me Chris
Me and hatred, we are not alike, yeah yeah
But me and passion, we
I know you see
A nigga like me
Rolling through the streets
What y'all niggas need
What do these niggas need
I got it indeed deed deed deed deed deed
know you mad I'm braggin'
But you would do the same if you could have it
XO number one and your ass stuck inside the losing bracket
I be sick as hell
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