Lyrics:
And you can bet it's gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth.
There's a mudslide.
A mile-wide brown
potnas, to my products, Chris Paul that shit
I been waitin', yeah
Yeah
I been waitin' (yeah)
Run that back
Patience all I ever had 'til I never had
lies a young wren, oh
And by the saints she was cursed
The wren is a small bird
So pretty she sings
She bested the eagle
When she hid in its wings
niggas missing
And I'm whipping like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, hey
I don't want no brown I want a syrup bottle
I put it down and then
word, nigga
Someone who stays high
Watching their life go by
Someone content with riding it behind, nigga
They come in all colors, white, black, Puerto
Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave,
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave,
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
headless chickens can dead his sickness (whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you +CB4+
This ain't +Chris Rock+ bitch, it's the ROC bitch
about Us when we step to the grounds
Labels pitch game, but it's not from the mound
Jog thru your block, and I run thru your town
Loss by the words, by
)
Since the Touch It remix put the face to the voice
the ladies love my style, they get moist (They wet)
Chose with my mouth closed they ain't have
sinnin' in the City of God and it's sinister
Try to pray and repent in a synagogue or a mosque, a temple, a church
Them brown skin's sentiment niggas
runs my day
And the first star out at night
By God, I'm gonna climb that hill
If it takes, ev'ry bit of my my might
In the morning the early summer
Shawty give it up, give me brain (Zombie)
Trailblazer, feeling like dame
Put your feet down, ya smoking mid wow (Wow)
Hit my dance like Chris Brown, they
Charisma
not my Christina,She Retarded (Hoowii Now)
On top of that she sayin she Lovin on Chris Brown
Yuh Racist No Bitch Now
I just Wanna Roll
I just Wanna
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
that leads to Cheyenne
The radio put a song by a Mexican band
Well I guess we were lost in thoughts of brown skin girls,took a couple
Wrong turns in
It wasn't no other way to word it got my feelings murdered
By the bullet of bad the singer of sad
Songs to make you long for your mom and your dad
please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With
We on that drank we on that drank
I got 20,000 on me by mistake
How can I not ball until everything fade away
How can I not, how can I not
How can I
on a screw-face just like me
So I know she's got it, the gift I possess
Avoid the street mess and stay close to me
'Cause money's the key, I run around freely
in between, yeah, right
Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound
Black like James Brown, it?s been goin' down
Spirit in your dark ass
I spend my nights watching NBC
Every Tuesday or Thursday night since 1993
It's run by my buddy Chris Hansen and I know just what to do
If you wanna
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