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How Does It Feel to Ya

Coo Coo Cal

Disturbed

2001

damn fools
Consumin' liquor by the ounce
Ya guys is rollin' up to get their grub on,
wit the dubs on and the car that bounce
Help at the park,

Legs sprain in a ditch

I know that you're fake
I know that you're not okay
I know you want me by your side
I already told you to rest in peace
I have

know, that I want your body on mines, again, and again, and again
Oh, Baby, I am so intrigued by your mind, your body, your soul, baby

Take off your

for
I walk with my head up, that’s even though I’m fed up
Like J Cole, i'mma get up, and I won’t ever let up
I seen the haters in the crowd, they need

really care that you claim you can spell
I just really wanna bring this point in well
It's the 'not all men' types, Chris Brown hypes
Don't wash their ass

I'ma need some celery
Thugger, that's my evil twin, from now on, call me Jeffery
Thugger and Gucci takin' over the industry
Thugger and Gucci bought

(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

Sweet Love

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

f***ed my head up 
Now I'm deep in it, flyin' past the speed limit 
Out of control, still whippin' it, steadily hittin' it 
Deep strokin', one hand

If a muh'fucker give up, then that's not me
I ain't with the feds, bitch, that's on me
I ain't never gonna give it up
I ain't never gonna give it up
I

the usual
Langston my cousin I'm with Lenox now
Black as can be I never been this proud
Shook hands in business now
Just call me William IV
And that's Lenny

again, add it to wax

[Chorus]

[Young Chris]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner
Know my partner Young

was no money on us either
But we out to get it, you can tell by our demeanour
(Aye)
We goin' keep the trap jumping til' feds bust
Who are you to judge,

you know your socks are too damn small
The heel should be at the back, not at the ball
If you didn't know by now yeah I'm fucking Chris
But at least I

part
(Let me help you baby) 
Now who you fucking with you know Ridiculousg that nigga 
(Been that nigga) 
I hit up trilogye I said yo Brodie I need

like, head shots to the man that's in office
Never fake plot if I planned it, it's flawless
I'm her man, you're abandoned, an orphan
Took her to the sand,

me
But the game you’re playing
Got me all fed up
You got me stumbling
Now I’ve fallen and I can’t get up
You got me stumbling
Now I’ve fallen and I

Come Monday

Jimmy Buffett

Living and Dying in 3/4 Time

1974

a brown L.A. Haze
And I just want you back by my side

Yes it's been quite a summer
Rent-a-cars and west bound trains
And now you're off on vacation

with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me shit!" Niggas
In the streets say
"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon i'm just eating

felt the East split up
He in the Feds, but he left his legacy in killa
I keep my killas on that Brooklyn shit (uh-huh)
Fox rep the borough like

A young thug, dem ah call me wah?
Wyclef Jean, trust me
Right now you're in dangerous territory, you know
Dangerous territory
Price official rap

Mmm
Manlikekane yeah
Yo
He stays blessed
Remains grounded
That's how they found him
Feds around him
Feds surround him
He stays bounded
Still he's

would take you back
Lol you're such an ugly snack
Forget all this chris brown stuff
Move forward I'll give her smack

She got done by one my boys
Yo

since "Caddy Shack" with
Greg Street in that Cadi-llac
Blowin on a pillow pack
I call it Koffee Brown
Bitches can't get off me now
Rasta man toss me

shit poppin like im chris, no chris brown bitch its uptown bitch, that
uptown shit like wat now shutup ur shutdown bitch now sitdown bitch we gets down