Lyrics:
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
loyal
Man focus on your grind and trust your intuition
While you doing your thing big brother you know they going get the missing
Don't get too distracted
[INTRO: Kardinal Offishall]
Yo yo, this is me
(what's going on Kardinal?)
Yo, here the other day I was walking on the E-W right
(uh huh)
A crew man
and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Makin' legal money, no feds tryna trap me
I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma'
House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Makin' legal money, no feds tryna trap me
I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
with Tommy boots
Pushed more Hummers than army troops
Word to my man Dukes
Look at him Versace'd down
More kids than Bobby Brown
Had a private jet
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
Tell 'em, slime
Yeah, I am the king of the E.A.
Get this bitch screwed like the DJ (Big slime)
Yeah, I am the shit where we play
We got
man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em)
I got that paper bag full of paper
Bag full of kush
Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots
What's
wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em)
I got that paper bag full of paper
Bag full of kush
Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots
What's
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em)
I got that paper bag full of paper
Bag full of kush
Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots
What's
wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em)
I got that paper bag full of paper
Bag full of kush
Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots
What's
wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em)
I got that paper bag full of paper
Bag full of kush
Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots
What's
wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em)
I got that paper bag full of paper
Bag full of kush
Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots
What's
wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em)
I got that paper bag full of paper
Bag full of kush
Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots
What's
(AXSANTU!)
I know them hips don’t lie
5 foot 5 with pretty brown eyes
Babes, You got me hypnotized
Look like the one girl to have fun time yea
I
with your stuff
And poop brown is the color of their funky old trucks
It's the color of the nose of my nappy headed mutt
Right after he's been sniffin'
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
boy)
All flavors, but it just depend on when and where I am at (don't get me) (big boy)
Don't get me wrong man, now, Murphy Lee ain't dumb man (big
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