Lyrics:
the black and the brown
I got soldiers from both sides who really don't care
Who identify themselves by the colors they wear
The homey came through to put
need to calm the fuck down man)
Yeah that's what I thought
(It's last call anyway, you shouldn't even be here)
Do not put you're fucking hands on me
Get
do you gotta breathe?
I mean, how long you gotta sleep?
Until the freedom is finally free
And the U.S. of A is what it claim to be?)
You're taking my
that grind, if there ain’t food we forage
Make that pound
Chris brown on a bitch, u gotta take that down
Nuttum given on da pitch, u gotta take mound
the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly
Respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You got your own '96 somethin' to ride
And keep
them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage, bi-atch
Your reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough,
a chart topper
Chris Brown was dancing on a bus
Then he hit Ri-Ri with a show-stopper
But you're not in the history book to be honest
No one could give
man. I promise you
It will all pay off. I can feel it in my bones)
Hmm
Chris Ray
gotta be like,
I just gotta be like you
Dear, Uncle Chris, Uncle Keith, Uncle Ricky,
Before the Lord get me, I gotta say something quickly
I grew up
Intro: Method Man
One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah,
roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive
Open the dead roll balls
Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million dollar
Feel like I'm X look at me
I feel like Chris Brown look at me now
Tryna get you to be into me
May not have chemistry but I want the credits
You know that
I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin' like bitches
It done started up a epidemic
acres swinging (you know what I mean? You gotta)
(It's hard, it's hard, straight up, man, you know what I mean?) You know
It's like they have to-,
Laughing to the bank, boy i'm weak
Shawty wanna rock with me
All i really gotta do is speak
Make her weak, SWV
Wish a n***a got beef
I be with the gang,
those big brown eyes
She a 10 and she ain't ever shy
Wipe your tears girl you don't gotta cry
One more chance girl don't tell no lies
Running through
cause J.B., stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
You looking at a man
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
theater (uh-huh)
Yeah I don't need a man's wealth (yeah)
But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self)
And uhh
Who's got the illest pussy
Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Bang bang, the boogie
you're hiding
Gotta wipe them tears
Still deciding
Tomorrow I won't be here
If you're lying
It won't take you nowhere
And if you're trying
Then I see it
with me, chance with me
I enchant thee
I enchant thee
I enchant thee
I could tell you're a soldier
By the way you hold your boulder shoulders
Colder
on keepin' her around, So I put some rings on her (Yeah)
The way I take her down, Chris Brown ain't got nun on me
Love like this don't come around often, I
There will be no split
Bitch you don’t know me you got no homie
Saying that you’re real but you’re just another fobie
You’re screaming 'ayoo' like Chris
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