Lyrics:
on me?
Baby, can you focus on me?
(Chris Brown)
What is this a joke?
You know I get this money
So I guess you can't complain (mm)
You don't have
This is what you want, I'mma put it like this; lay it down to the Aug, Trey and Chris remix
[Hook:]
Say you luv it (ay), you luv it girl (ay)
You
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
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Hurricane Chris
Bow Weezy
Chris Brown
Remix
Go
You might've seen her on every cover
Of every magazine but can't nobody get
with a remix.
One thing I don't know why
it doesn't even matter how hard you try
keep that in mind I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time.
run
A they all came to party and there's four to every stall
It gets frustratin', a just a pissin' on this wall
Seems like there's another story
it but, baby, don't stop it (nah)
We can do it like Chris Brown, girl, and get it poppin'
Man I'm a pro (yep), look I'm far from a rookie (that's
it but, baby, don't stop it (nah)
We can do it like Chris Brown, girl, and get it poppin'
Man I'm a pro (yep), look I'm far from a rookie (that's
a remix
One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time
All
Woman, grab your children
Run and hide
Don't let it catch up with you
You got to fight it to stay alive
If it gets you, man, you're through
It
You know by now, I want it more than anything
If I walk away and just let you leave
You'll be stuck in my head like a melody
I know you want it
crackerjack mail
There's a train out for dreamland
It's run by a chocolate brown bear
It runs around a candy mountain
As it sails through the air
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
They run me from Will Dockery's(2), Willie Brown, I
want your job
They run me from Will Dockery's, Willie Brown, I want
your job
(spoken: Buddy,
Hmm
Elephant Man
C. Breezy
Chris Brown for the ladies
(Big tune)
Baby look at it startin' to sweat
Grind it on me
I told her
I told
it down (ow, oh)
For the boy Bow Wow and that boy Chris Brown
All I wanna do is see you take it to the ground, brin' it up slow (yeah)
Twerk that
Nigga run up my nigga we drummin'
Wrappin' a blunt as long as a bungee
Fuckin' your bitch my dick in her stomach
Talkin' 'bout money like Chris
Brown we
spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks and rubber bands up
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.
[Intro] {LL Cool J}:
Uh he huh. Remix that joint, word up!
We had to remix that joint, smooth it out
Uh he huh, yeah, no doubt, doin it, yeah
autumn brown
But I really only want to get to you
Sitting by the window, watching ocean going by
Seems I should be with you but how fast can this
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
Aye
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris
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