Lyrics:
a hike like hut two
I was raised by the Huxtables
I was raised in apartments
Right up under that yellow light
Right on top of that bando
Stand
she used to work at that strip club
Tried to turn a hoe into a housewife but it happens when you think
That you're in love I'm a Chris Brown that pussy
the waist?
By the way baby boy, would you like a taste?
Let me tell you what I need on those license plates
"Property of Mohogany Brown", standin'
Maljhai!
I say it do it, then I done it
I'm so true, I'm so one hunnit
Chris brown how I run it, Michael Dickson how I punt it
If you love me give me
through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Off a beat like this
to basics, I'm not complaining
Not complacent you keep it, baby, I'm on my next shit
Enter the mode to mold what was untold
Into a tune the tunes into tones
Cause you can get caught by the all-out
Verbal assault, Pharcyde and Black Thought
[Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction]
Pharcyde make mad hits, see ya man
you, you not good enough
First , Next , Hey - He’s ‘Hollywood’
I love life, I don’t
& I live it
(He’s ‘Hollywood’)
How do I live it
(Homeostasis)
perfect, by now I prolly would
Two things I don't play about in this life
My bitch and my family
And nigga I'll lynch for mine
So you better stay from round'
And she's walking round the corner
In her coffee-stain style
And she's holding something heavy
You can tell by her smile
And you know she's really
of mine
Imma smoke you like a persy
Brown girl fire
But she always got nakhre
June 31st got the box gone by sunday
Collecting all this change
Off the cats
of mine
Imma smoke you like a persy
Brown girl fire
But she always got nakhre
June 31st got the box gone by sunday
Collecting all this change
Off the cats
?
What have you seen? What have you been through?
Yo, likkleman you wanna stunt on who?
I know Chris Brown, Chris Brown don't know you
About gully-side,
(Feat. Nas, Foxy Brown, Amerie)
[Chorus:]
Said it ain't to much for me
To have you next to me
I can't believe it
All the things I do
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Layin here
All out of ideas
Ain't picked up the phone
In so damn long
I got the lights off
And I aint sleep bout a week
You
hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)
It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?)
[Jayo] (verse two) {:59}
Old girl rich independent
Two tone lookin at necklace
Cool song where did you get this
We coming up now and we making the check list
One girl Rich
the sky, energy created by my third child
Swerve wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my funk
When my
and broke their silence
And assembled on the shores
Of the closest island
With their folk beside them
And a rogue defiance
Went 2 by 2 and awoke Poseidon
2 by
to go shawty I'm all about that fuckin' bread
Robbed so many niggas I got a ticket on my head
New boy on tha block, so you know my pistol be jerkin'
You
If I'm a clone, you my son
Better watch who you speaking to
Two red dots to his face, call him Pikachu
Feel like Chris Brown and you a bitch, so I'm
up, set to rock another night outta thirty of them
Keep the greens coming (two kinds!), and I can recline
Over to the next state line and dealing with
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
on top and two is laughing
Oh, what a confusion! Ooh, yeah, yeah!
What a botheration! Ooh, now, now!
Who is Mr Brown? I wanna know now!
He is nowhere
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