Lyrics:
and Tarcisia told me where they were going and told me it was 38 via Regnoli. So she said “Would you like to come down?” By this time we’d moved up to Villanova,
town, you send him a short message
Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way around
But I got some soft white that's sure to come back brown
I
to the JB Classics, you know, shout to my big homie Rob Hebler
Weeklydrop.com, (Hot Dogg!), Shout to my man Chris Gibbs over at Union
Big shout out
man
What you used to do
[ verse 2: mixmaster spade ]
I used to cut up the beat on the two turntables
Now I'm rappin on the mic, cause I'm willin
fuck good I’ll make you mine
Ice on my neck it’s a bussdown
That shit dancing like Chris Brown
Hair like a bitch clean
I got the Water drip (water)
some'o your brown shuga (aw, yeah)
Nkechi nye'm some'o your brown shuga (aw, yeah)
Abeg I want some'o your brown shuga (aw, yeah)
Oooh baby
Omo you gotta
wanna some day meet Oprah
I wish I could've meet Michael
I wanna reach out to Chris
I heard Michael is Chris' idol
Another night
And you been knocking
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that screw you he's a dealer
Boy had a seizure
Its that '96, Kiki locked we gon
Chris brown
Aye aye
If it's smoke then
Them soldiers they inbound
Aye ayeeee
Yea Fuck nigga yk how I'm coming
Fresh asf bitch yk ain't bumming
If
Same one 'fore the bread came (Yessir)
My set on the next move (Uh, huh)
No time for the head game
Ay, look i'm a player, you a parody
Bad bitch, two
the T-Streets
I need 3 more for Chris, B and T
I'm a fool with it, just a young elite
Shit, what the Hell? You can't blame me
This the fast life, get your cash
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
it
So give me a break, not check 1 2 3
Vanilli Shake is thru
And here comes the Chi-Ali
Chi-Ali is the name
Just in case you don't know
You think ya
to the rhythm of a hi-hat
She got a beautiful mind, you can't buy that (uh-uh)
And the sight of her behind when she walk on by
Make a nigga wanna try that
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
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
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
(It's Mr Brown) Mr Brown is a clown who rides to town in a coffin
(Well, here he comes) In the top is
Three rows on top and two inside there
Oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Its Mr Brown Mr Brown is a clown who rides to town in a coffin.
Well, here he comes In the top is, three rows on top and two inside
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Its Mr Brown Mr Brown is a clown who rides to town in a coffin.
Well, here he comes In the top is, three rows on top and two inside
and two inside there
Oh, what a confusion! Ooh, yeah, yeah!
What a botheration! Ooh, now, now!
Who is Mr Brown? I want to know now!
He is nowhere
and bags on the floor by the decks
Me next to DJ, I carry the swing
[Incomprehensible] as he exercising
Everybody moving as a unified swing
Gentle up
No rap cap, I'm really gang-gang (ayy)
Gotta keep a thang by my thang-thang (no cap)
How you gon' put it on the gang when you don't gangbang? (On
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