Lyrics:
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
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
kindness one by one
Please come one by one, Jesus is my plug
Jesus of Nazareth
Take me to the moon like NASA did
Whole crew laughing to the bank again
Order
than a f**k -- then you a nigga
Got a nice home and a Lexus truck -- you a nigga
World champions and you M.V.P -- you a nigga
4 degrees and a Ph.D --
champions and you M.V.P. you a nigga
4 degrees and a Ph.D, still a nigga
You use your platinum card, you need 4 ID's, then you's a nigga
If your skin is
Tell my team yea you know who you're about
That's me zay mikey brown and chris P so please believe
N*** out here don't show no love
Made it from
from the left and the right
Feel like Chris brown wall to wall type of night
I don’t know much but I know you keep it tight
I can make you feel alright
Feel like I'm X look at me
I feel like Chris Brown look at me now
Tryna get you to be into me
May not have chemistry but I want the credits
You know that
dancing on my neck looking like it's Chris brown (ICY)
Bitches wanna flick not Netflix they just wanna get dicked down (THEY LIKE ME)
Take a risk I don't
Do him like Chris Brown, you know it's top D-R, ayy
Better put your card, it's an ace, not a joker
Clip got a stock, I ain't never been a broker
Arie told me, bro you should speak out loud
Like a Chris Brown song, shit look at me now
I'm the voice of my crowd, used to speak just to you
Now people
We can wear the social fabric
Put on the make-up of society
We can champion the underdog
Be proud that we're not another cog
In the Blue Machinery
ain't with the fuck around, baby, I don't fuck around
.50 Cal hit his brow, I let off a couple rounds
Look at me now like Chris Brown, sold-out shows,
The shit I write tight like hip huggers
Mines the type of rhymes to make your eyes bug out like Chris Tucker
Face turn the color purple like your name was
you a nigga
Got a nice home and a Lexus truck, you a nigga
World champions and you M.V.P, you a nigga
4 degrees and a Ph.D, still a nigga
You use
Studios, Los Angeles
during the summer of '92
Mastered at Bernie Grundman's by Chris Belman
Cover Artwork: Perry Farrell and Bill Hofstadter
Photography:
stuttering like Busta Rhymes on crack
On that Chris Brown track before he slapped Rihannas ass
Laying inside my room I feel philosophical
Time slipping right
cover her feet 'cause I cum in her socks
She ask for my name, I said "Bitch, I'm the rock"
I go Chris Brown on a bitch, uh
Sean Penn on a bitch, uh
Mark
Maljhai!
I say it do it, then I done it
I'm so true, I'm so one hunnit
Chris brown how I run it, Michael Dickson how I punt it
If you love me give me
and hide
Look at me now
Feel to hot like the verse
In the song came from Chris Brown
Better watch out
Climbing up in the game
Don't need fame or an ounce
pinned down
They calling the cops thinking my end's now
I'm fighting this hold I'm in tryna get out
They thinking that they beat me like Chris Brown
I got
I can't let you pass me by
I've been calling for you
My heart's torn in two
All the broken hearted
gather round
I gotta story to tell u
I met this
around wit chris Bitch u wreckin my world
Cant even lie wish you here here By my side yeah
Might as well be here by myself Feelin my vibe yeah
Cause you
Brown bless the mic like gesundheit
Bud 'bout the size of a bonsai
Kick it like Muay Thai
Flow like sci-fi in high def
I'm righteous and still
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