Lyrics:
it but, baby, don't stop it (nah)
We can do it like Chris Brown, girl, and get it poppin'
Man I'm a pro (yep), look I'm far from a rookie (that's
it but, baby, don't stop it (nah)
We can do it like Chris Brown, girl, and get it poppin'
Man I'm a pro (yep), look I'm far from a rookie (that's
me
Feel like Chris Brown
Ion fuck with Chris Brown
If you tryna cross the street
Say ya prayers now
Or just hold ya heat
You married to the street
Chris Brown)
And thick as can be (yeah, yeah)
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio
This is your boy DJ Pain (oh yeah, yeah)
I gotta get outta here,
Chris Brown)
And thick as can be (yeah, yeah)
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio
This is your boy DJ Pain (oh yeah, yeah)
I gotta get outta here,
Say man
Ayy, whutchu get man, when you got Bow Wow
Chris Brown and your boy Omarion on one song
Man? Woo! (Oh, oh, haha)
We on the track, man
Yeah,
rhythmic beat
Rest a little while so ya don't get weak
I know a man named Hank
He has more rhymes than a serious bank
So come on Hank sing that song
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like
I'm Chris Webber
So many phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander
Got em comin' outta funny
[Man:]
Ladies I'm gonna need you all to back away from the
door we are trying to make way for Chris Brown
Ladies you are not listening I need you all
on a little R&B love
Bump and grind, who do ya like
Put on a little R&B love
Trey Songz or Chris Brown
Either way it's going down
Play me some Beyoncé
Ayee
Imma
You know how to find it, just follow the sirens
We don't have time for the drama or violence
Even ya mama's invited
I'll stick with the Crown, no brown
to Chris Brown
(I don't wanna fall in love)
I don't want to fall in love
(I Just wanna have some fun yeah)
(I don't wanna fall in love)
I don't want to fall
Performed by adam sandler and jon
Contributed by chris durkin
Adam: and the now the excited southerner orders a meal at his favorite
Diner.
Chris Brown moves
I'm just doin my thangs 아직까지 기억해
듣곤 했던 rap songs now they call it boom bap
Wu-tang, gang starr, biggie and pac
새로 태어났지 I was like
to the front
Get ya brain and eardrums out the doldrums
Black Drop beats and rhymes nah homie don't run
Heard you was talkin' smack heard you was talkin' that
rhythmic beat
Rest a little while so ya don't get weak
I know a man named Hank
He has more rhymes than a serious bank
So come on Hank sing that song
memory alive
By holding your head up high just like a soldier
March towards your goals remember what your folks told ya
As you get older you'll
on yawl like chris brown yea yawl my ground
I don't like what rap is Offering
When did y'all become so moderate
Y'all softies are salty I'm harder than
the brown nose)
If you get stopped by the man
What ya gonna do?
(Do the brown nose, do the brown nose)
Record company wants to sign your band
What ya gonna
thumbs down, stand up, guns down
Ya chance up, done now
I'm tryna get my bands up, make sure that my manz up
and if you got a problem, got no problem
throw the deuces up like Chris Brown know I'm Tucci
Ayy, she know I'm a freak so she want me to eat the coochie
Ayy, but she know I can't cause I'm
much outta my pain
The stronger the game is quicker
Live by the code fool
Dinner time cold food, aim is sicker
Much faster, blast ya
Tearin ya niggaz
We
And me and you, we could get Chris Brown and Rihanna
Oh, yeah
Don't wanna be interrogated tonight
So, I'm going home
There ain't no freaking baby
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