Lyrics:
squares, ain't around
Young Joc, it’s goin’ down
Kill yo stompin, Chris Brown
Ran it up in my town
Then they ran off with my sound
Exavis where you at?
I
You know I, this is James Brown
I'm such a lover of people
Because people did so much for me
I'm a lover of all humanity, all man kind
And I feel
to me
You're in need of some sexual healin'
Me have di remedy fi mi heart
Me have di remedy fi di brain
Me have agony fi di body
Fi make yuh choo choo
Word by Bob Hartman
Music by Pete Orta, Lonnie Chapin and John Elefante
Psalm 112:7
He?s got a straight head
In a world of brain dead
He?s got
gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot, but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
and every cost
Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out
Am I about dollars or about change?
Am I about knowledge or about brains?
Freedom
Lookin' at the ground while she suck my blood
Baby, let me down just like my drug
I can see a frown when I call my plug
I ain't off that brown but I
(intro)
Sexy, brown, brother, sexy, brown, brother
(verse 1)
Said I'm lookin' for brains, good looks and skills
Step on up if you think you fit
my dark blob expands
And touching my loved ones dissolving their helping hands
My heart loves
My brain takes
They never know they steppin' with
down
And you gone fall in love, singing Brandy Chris brown
No I'm not Bydu, but when I do say I do, didn't cha know I was talking to you
You watch my
make moves when your
Only make moves when your heart's in it
And live the phrase, "Sky's The Limit"
After realizin', to master enterprisin'
I ain't
mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another- deceased, another story gets told
It ain't nothing really, ayo Dun,
just start fucking up
We can be friends if you can hold it down
Walk around wit no guidance feel like Chris brown
Used to be in the dust but now Look
This ain't living, This ain't living
Nah nah baby, this ain't living no no no no
Uh heart of a lion, the eye of a panther
Why is blacks in the streets,
a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say "are you married?"
We'll say "no man!
But you can do the job when you're in town"
Later on we'll
it my niggas say he was sellin' grenades
So bullshittin' I'm a sit you where the bomb at
D.C. nigga, sick wrist, whip dope
He ain't know a chopper
Straight up out them trenches so my
Heart is filled with pain uh
Hollows wit' extensions
My lil brother wanna see some brains uh uh
They ain't even believe
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm
Green turns brown and brown turns white
And dead
Hip hop heads who don't rotate Spitball
I hate to burn bridges but
Bitch I ain't with y'all
Why don't
Best place that I could be is inside ya
The love that we have could be real
But you gotta go by what your heart feels
Heart feels, heart feels
Heart
(Gangster shit) yo what's good people
This your boy Chris Brown right now
And I'm chilling with my main man KJ
I got the red bitch, got swag like
obtains the stain, will gain a rain
That pours, it soars my brain to yours
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no more
It's a treachery hidden up the sleeves of men
Magic will only
like it when it's waxed now, Toni with the facts now (facts)
Late night, waffle house, we got matchin' hash browns
You got that stage presence, you say
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