Lyrics:
Muthaf***a, sometimes, you feel like a nut
That's what you do
What we got here, uh, check it out
Here's another one, uh, uh
By the Notorious
Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride
Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown
Well, my dick is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm going down in history
As the baddest motherfucker there ever
da-da-da-da-da-da-da!
Audi R-8, laid back, Black on Black
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matchin' that.
Black mask, black Mag', brown bag;
Drop down now or nigga
Ladies and gentlemen
Fellow Americans
Lady Americans
This is James Brown
I wanna talk to you about one of our
Most deadly, killers in
you
We'll get marry in June take a long honeymoon and settle
down there for a life
Lay-lady little lay-lady I want you by my side
[ ac.guitar ]
We'll
Hold your head up lil' bruh
You're not dead lil' bruh
You are brown when this world is black and white lil' bruh
I know how it sounds low lil'
Uh, yeah, uh, ow
Uh, yeah, get up, get up, get up (ladies and gentlemen, Ciara)
He said "Hi, my name is so and so baby, can you tell me yours?
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
Aye Uh huh
Uh Huh(Let's go ladies)
Lil Jon(Yeah)
Your Boy Kells
(Yeah)
And Mario
This is for the chocolate girls
All Around the word
Uh
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
the era of the chocolate types
Like your Bobby Brown, Aaron Hall and Wesley Snipes
Including myself in the cipher the Big Daddy Kane is a part of it
high, watching Fargo
A lady cop and some hit men
A quarterback that coke like Big Ben
To a bunch of a dirty niggas like Pig Pen
No Charlie Brown
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Rich Nice
And on behalf of Trackmasters Entertainment
I would like to welcome you to the Kid Capri
Soundtrack
rockin' when you come through nobody here for causing trouble
Room full of elegant gangstas, ladies looking who can blame us
Give the groove all power,
I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim shady lady
But nice cause I texted Haiti
90 lady cops on the road and I'm arrested for doing 80.
Like Hamlet, all
ain't that purple shit I ain't coughing as much
I got a chip on my shoulder the block on my back
My life's a zip gun shot prison aftermath
Brown Bag stash
a nose bleed,
SCREAMING there ain't no place like home, with no keyes,
.wish I had a brain, a little dome'd be sweet,
.my lady wants the same, eh guess
too
Extra'd out i easily coulda hired a
Lady who sings opera or got one of
The female singers who hit's runs
And coulda, I'm runnin' I'm runnin', just
I hit happy hour
Chilling at the bar
It was something like magic
Wallah there you are
Roll out the red carpet
Lady you a star
Made my way over
soft and brown yeah
Pretty lady next to me got my seat on recline yeah
Nothing in my way (nothing)
Never celebrate (never)
Always keep the pace (always)
DJ Pimp, you really hooked it up on this one, man
You're the mack
When you hear the sound
All the bodies hit the ground
By the pound across town
When
leavin' out this bitch til after two sum'n
Man, why yo crew frontin'?
Y'all ain't gon do nothin'
All these ladies in here, and y'all tryna prove sum'n?
just grab 'I'm in the biscuits!
And doowutchyalike.
Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown,
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down,
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