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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
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
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.
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
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
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
(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
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
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
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'
Like Chris Brown when Rhianna got her fuckin' ass beat Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if I'm not reading advice I'm squatting down, picking cracker
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
too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown When we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes And there were times he'd receive a fee But he would pass it
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