Lyrics:
and hauled me back
Had no friend who'd go my bail
They stuck my dried-up carcass in the county jail
Early next morning 'round half past nine
I saw
[Chris Brown]
I know you want me girl
You think about me in your mind, am I right? yeah
I think about you too
I'm feelin' right here deep inside,
brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
Oh yes oh yes my name is willie lee
If you've got a warrant just a read it to me
I shot her
Now that one got lazyitis
And that one go it alone
And this one go, wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
All the way home
At my home (And I
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
I said yes sir my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down
'm the Chris Rock when you snappin' on somebody
I'm the ingenuity, the mental acuity
Duke Ellington dexterity, I'm truly a rarity
I'm the sound of Miles
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time you walk by you get my inspection
All you gotta do now is make your selection
And it won't be hard to win this election
[Chorus]
I done been
and Sunday too
I go to see my Pearly Blue
Before you hear that rooster crow
You'll see me headed down the road
Now old man Flatt he owned the farm
From
Two little children, a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
(yeah)
Diamonds on my teeth, yeah (yeah)
Your shit look like foil, yeah (woo)
Chris Brown said these hoes ain't loyal, yeah
None of these hoes got no
niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine
Go to sleep hoe,
It's very far away
It takes about a half a day to get there
If we travel by my dragonfly
No, it's not in Spain
But all the same, you know it's
It's very far away
It takes about a half a day to get there
If we travel by my dragonfly
No, it's not in Spain
But all the same, you know it's
thinking evil
Lead by the the lights of your electric fire
Your grey slips falls around your feet
And across the sheet your nut brown curls go tumbling
we
the plane into Paris,
Honeymooning down by the Seine.
Peter Brown called to say,
You can make it OK,
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain.
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
of young money cash money)
Brown paper bag (I represent 17 road of new orleans let's go)
Practice makes perfect I'm relaxing at rehearsal
I'm gonna
and M-Easy (what up, fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my crew
The whole
And as she rumbaed by the fire in her eyes
Looked like flames in the night
T'was then I understood why she's called
The Spanish Fireball
I finally asked
And as she rumbaed by the fire in her eyes
Looked like flames in the night
T'was then I understood why she's called
The Spanish Fireball
I finally asked
niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine
Go to sleep hoe,
Time to go home
Madge is on the phone
Gotta meet the gurneys and a dozen grey attorneys
Tv dinner by the pool
I'm so glad I finished school
Life is
a hundred Haitians
I'm a hot nigga by affiliation
Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them
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