Lyrics:
In those golden brown eyes
That honey-pool delight -
I can see the story of a girl
Who's just trying to get by
In those golden brown eyes
Those amber
No shark in this year raise it bigga
Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up
and take notice, Na Na take over
Y'all take quotas, to hit papa
was the sound that I knew, or ran home to
Don't it make your brown eyes blue?
When somebody loves you just for you
With no competition testing you
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
They ended up on the sidewalk
Somebody called up Yvonne
By the time that she got there
Jamie had shot Chris & run
You know we still have his van
Still
Your boss is walking by, he sees it too and he takes it from you
She put you on the aces of all the stripper places
And has the kinda clientele where
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
Run it like an RPG, now you finally moving
Run it like Jimmy John's freaky fast with Reubens
Run it like Chris Brown is watching cuz he wants to see
Run
a triple threat
Every time a nigga talk a check
Smoke the kush up like a cigarette
Run it back, you hear my intellect (808 Mafia)
Celebrate like
, I'm gon' remix it, bitch
'Cause I'm a deep feelin', lease livin'
Weave stricken, wish I seen different
But I couldn't, I done had it bad
Niggas
one of these
Like, no dose, coke up in ya nose
Some weed up in ya lungs
The heroin in your vains
You know, sober just by saying the name
It's all
on the mic, display your ninjas
Nines crowns verses your nine towns
Run up with nine 9's, brown down, get to lyin' you down
One of these days and it won't
Not juts cause of my mo-ney
My real name Chris but not Chris Brown
But look baby I run it (Said I run it yea)
I
Fuck her, she make me say oh Lordy
I
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
Brozki's a hazard, thorgan
I told the cats, don't text, call in
I need a brown thing like Chris
I'm in the field, smalling
Put him in the sky like the sun in
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
They need to exit don't let the grind past you by
I run laps round lames with my shoes untied
I jump the line walk in and watch the crowd divide
Still
Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
the raw in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin'
We ain't frownin' we black and brown
And we crowned with that yellow, go
Unrest in the city (unrest)
War in the city (it's war)
Pain in the city
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
I be loved by ladies, I'm the brown Chris Brown
Matter fact, call me The Brown Breezy who's
Nigga what a loser and a dummy
Lummy
Could of been in Hollywood how I act funny on em
09 Chris brown how I run it on em
General Constantine how I take it
days cause
I know they ain't shooting
The only shots these niggas tryna
Send is through some music
Chris Brown will these pills
Yeah I abuse them
Don't
bend-a
Ova then I cutter like a sword from a ninja
I been stroking, I aint, in the back of the phantom,
legs up, doors open- mayne
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