Lyrics:
It's your boy Khao, man
West Coast
We here
Let's go (Khao)
This that shit that make a nigga throw the West up
Black, brown, red, blue, nigga,
the things that you used to do...
Momma I dedicate this one to you
Sing with the song of Chris Brown, Mama lyrics!
[Chorus]
It's straight from
many flows don't know what to pick now
I got bitches on my dick
Flow hit like Chris brown
Yuh all these bitches sick
But then I come around
Yuh party's
You're tuned into
BROWN DOWN & DANGEROUS
This is what I been thru
Introducing the lifestyle that made me crazy
What's crackin homie! its Maldito
now she is bruising
Did her like chris brown cause im abusing
by now, I wrote this song for you
Brown eyes, you're beautiful and you're all mine
I know you want me like I want you - all the time
And if
And he says that's nothing
Turn nothing into something
Calls me up to sing like Chris brown too
Run it, Run it
I gotta give props to Saint
You went hard
[Chorus: x 4]
[Chris]
Now we got rich athletes that practice evr'day
Look at Hov, seem him in action everyday
He still at it, sold 5 million, still
the rounds
that might swipe you down, it looks like you're down, kid
Spoon fed in the hospital bed when I popped you
Ain't shit the doctor you dead
Start
Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep)
Go to sleep, hoe (Go to sleep)
If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep) go to sleep, hoe
(Go
problems like you're Bruce Lee
But you're no artist, yet the smartest thing that's come out your mouth (bow, bow)
Is you're modest, cause working a job with
a ditch
And history doesn't tell of his brethren that fell to death
Dying from dysentery spread by human excrement
Somehow Mamay made it, survived that
[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shit, get the fuck out!
If you
and titties (woo)
And Mike Amiri shit be on me, niggas in my city know that
Every single shot goin', ask Chris Brickley
By the way, before I pulled up
Scott Storch
Game
Chris Brown
The meanest the meaner, but the second I seen her
Had me open, got me lookin', losin' all my control
Scott Storch
Game
Chris Brown
The meanest the meaner, but the second I seen her
Had me open, got me lookin', losin' all my control
Badaboom Badabam
Bing
I remember raw pulling the 40
Like a hamstring
He ain’t even have to bust it though
Made them run it like Chris Brown
Sweet kids Usher
chick (yo)
This is no intention of bein' offensive to women
By calling y'all bitches, my down-ass bitches
Still my queen, princess cuts look clean
chick (yo)
This is no intention of bein' offensive to women
By calling y'all bitches, my down-ass bitches
Still my queen, princess cuts look clean
That’s right, you earned the crown
(Oh oh oh oh)
This life can’t break you down
Girl, you the champion now
(Oh oh oh oh)
I know you’re fed up,
So put
of my neck
Refrain
If you got the red chip
You're on the crazy ship
When you look around the town
You'll see all the people turnin' black and brown
nudes to my phone, damn
I'm from the D not Detroit I'm Mr. Jack Town
Was the class clown now we made it they all ask how
Like damn, how he get like that
to prove the fact that I
Don't wanna get sued for
Sampling on my song DEATHCAMP that
Appeared on Cherry Bomb
Now, I rarely sample i usually play
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