Lyrics:
Yeah, hustler music
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I
One two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
YaknowhatI'msayin? We in effect
Mo like
to the pyramids
Cause a nigga built too different
Built this shit brick by brick
Going too big never ever been on some little shit
Drinking some brown, not Chris
man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown
Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef then you'll get
Little brown boy little brown boy tell me what you gonna do if dem come for you
Little brown boy little brown boy tell me what you gonna do if dem
will I be on TV?
Like to float like a butterfly stingin' Ali
He said, "Yes, my man, if you show me you can
I was told you had the masterplan"
So I
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
feel like we won’t get bored of each other’s faces
Let me beat it up like my name Chris Brown sugar
We don’t shake hands I only take a kiss
I know it’s
it's wide and tall
Like Yao Ming, its gon' touch the ceiling
Like Chris Brown, Its From Wall To Wall (BloodClat!)
Pulling the strings like a mariachi man
gettin' checks cause her ass out
Makin' money, gotta be the fast route
Bitch, if you ain't fuckin', better get yo' ass out
Pow! Pow! That chopper make
times don't wait and go
You gotta' take control
Those fools don't want to be home
You can do anything that you want to do
All you got to do is to put
Olele you're the man
Olele you're the man
Olele you're the man (Ewa won't be long)
Olele you're the man (Olele please be strong)
Olele you're the man
up, you should call me Chris Brown
He was dissing on my cuddy till we caught him by the bounds
Caught a plug, tap in, so we get it by the pounds
Try
chris
And dj pooh, the hip-hop gangster
(when he say beat em up he don't be bluffin)
Word
And oh yeah, I forgot somebody
Unknown!
(yo man
Who blew up
hype on the spot and be nice for what
Man move fishy like they’re cod, you only buss your gun on COD
Man know that I’m gonna make it on God, I know that
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
Feet they walk way and just that sheik posture
Ooooh! Can't be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach
Yeah I said Chris you can’t sing no
Yeah I said Chris why you sing oh
Yeah I said Chris you can’t be next Pop God
You can’t sing you can’t rap without
love 'em and gotta praise 'em
Cause without 'em we'd be nothing, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em
While we, out and about and seeing what life has
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
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
Yo, it is an honor
To introduce the future of R&B
His name, is chris brown, uh
And uh, you know what this is
Yeah
Another B. Cox joint, uh
Yo, it is an honor
To introduce the future of R&B
His name, is chris brown, uh
And uh, you know what this is
Yeah
Another B. Cox joint, uh
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