Lyrics:
And naw I don't dance but today I'm Chris Brown'n
Yo get the fuck up ain't no bitchin' quit loungin'
I ain't come out just to be sittin' around
And there's
coconuts!
ARTHUR: What?
GUARD #1: You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're
bangin' 'em together.
ARTHUR: So? We have ridden since the snows
California
Maybe its the smog or the fog of war
From the 405 roadways and road rage
I prefer the PCH highway near Monterey
My central focus was you times two
rock
Well, so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it
and this year
Chris skipped ahead two grades in math
To one's delight and one's fright
They're in the same class
Chris went to piss with the bathroom pass
(loud and deep)
I want to join the dance (take the leap)
but the answer isn't clear, then I hear (charlie brown x2)
(Everyone)
You're a good man charlie
Chris Brown:
I'm a beast I'm a Blank monster Hollywood livin good need to conquer, love the money love the fame but you know I need it all, Extend
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
So I just call her Miss. Brown Eyes, Miss. Brown Eyes
Next day I was walking on the FL
Could this wanna see her pass me by
Not this time I gotta
the oven
Until crispy and crunchy
That little brown bitch
Gives me a nasty itch
The next time he faces me
I'll put a shotgun to his knee
Satan's fucking
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I can't tell where yours begins, I can't tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need
I was making rounds in my town
Getting down too much
Chris Brown in the Dutch
But I ain't feel much
Seen a cloud that look like a plane
cnd I wanna
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
of the torment/
Till inkling of performance, still thinking of us dormant/
cnd so it be, who hold close and kept dear/
were left there, won't know folks by next
the yard, Chris Brown, get beat by dirty shoes
Sippin' goose to get loose, skating down the avenue
I'm tired of these niggas, they just internet thugs
I know
gorilla's with me, like the park zoo
Nigga, what happened next, I'll tell you on part 2
Yeah, aye, huh
Lil bih, yeah
Party
Yeah, Chris, Brazy
But your shorty
WY Records
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Presenta
Chris Brown
(Yeah yeah, yeah)
T-Pain
W Yandel
¡Ta!
There's something about you that I like
Something
now
Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson
You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?
Balls off, all the homies by the ball court
Shit hit
I can barely fight the urge
Only thing that matter right now is these two verbs
I'm talkin' me and you
So fine, I'd think I'd start seein' you
Her
the percussion
Blast you fast there go production
Trust, took my top hat off by all means
Lay the funk {shit} down from New Haven to Queens
My stage persona,
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
I’ll be pulling it down in a minute
How long will it take before you screamin’ my name
Oh baby you should rip off my clothes
of fun
???????????????????
The next two weeks spent cutting four tracks
A manager was needed to make us complete
Miles knew a ????? we should meet
tryin 2 play (play)
I got a big jacuzzi with some groupies on the way
And you can come along
LOOK BABY YOU GOTTA PAY
Hold up baby, know what baby
Can I
voice
But I brought two friends along
And next on the mic is my
Man Hank come on, Hank, sing that song:
Check it out, Well
I'm Imp the Dimp the ladies
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