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These niggas don't want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga!
[Chorus]
I'm in a waggy with em passin by ya
With a baby girl who suck
Call me Chris Paul cause I'm passing the rock
Ain't fucking these bitches can't fuck with these hoes
Nigga fuck with the gang we gone kick down ya door
watch the clock
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest
to front, door to door
Everybody dance to the new sound rock and roll
Soul to soul. I bring it on down.
From the bottom to the top. From the top
hide, but I see it
Big bucks‚ bank rollin' like Madea
(Big bucks)
Young nigga rock out like the Beatles (Hey)
In a foreign yeah the car need a visa
Fuck
on my own lil baby (Own)
Gotta do me by my lonely baby (Lonely baby)
I can't treat you like a token baby (Token baby)
This shit don't phase a youngin
Turn
I'm an F-ing theft
Pop a pill
get some tree
Get a glass and put chris on, yea
just like mr. C, oh
No big baby
so give it baby
I'm verra waggin
No isn't
and get raw
Back to back, front to front, door to door
Everybody dance to the new sound, rock and roll
Soul to soul, I bring it all down
From the bottom
headless chickens can dead his sickness (whoo)
No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you +CB4+
This ain't +Chris Rock+ bitch, it's the ROC bitch
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
tinted, artillery when I'm in it
Whip it in the kitchen before Hillary became a Clinton
Assholes by nature, cash flow was major
In the old school, or M
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Black man kill a white man, they gon' start a war up
Mama she was sour, sippin' on the Absolut
Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap
Back to back, front to front, door to door
Everybody dance to the new sound rock and roll
Soul to soul. I bring it on down.
From the bottom
at first sight, look into my eyes
Shawty only my fault with the red bottoms
Ever seen a young nigga comin' from the bottom
And girl, you know I got you if
anything done
You know, Chris Rock called my album
My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy…well
Chris Rock and everyone else at every single
Media publication
[Young Chris talking]
Where that pian sat at (uh)
Young Gannas (chea) What up niggas;
Niggas got till January to get they shit together;
You hear
dizzy from the ups and downs
And nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around
Watchin' the wheels of cars that pass
I look past to the last
what I got, and baby that's plenty
You'll never have one that rocks so many
I'm 'a make you wet and make you sweat
Just to see how funky you can get
Now
your block)
Young nigga gettin' to the guap
(To the guap)
Straight green lights, I can never stop
(I never stop) i was at the bottom, steady
Reachin' for
to Ruth Chris
Girl you must be stuck on stupid
Baby girl don't be clueless
Tryna show you my heart through the music
Feel like I got struck by Cupid
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
tired of lies
But I'm a rider and God on my side
Baby asked what's wrong I told her I'm fine
World on my shoulder got a lot on my mind
I hit rock bottom
Lonely like an orphan though, lead the pack Barbaro
Standing on top, getting bottom from a model hoe
Hey baby I'm back and I been crazy
I'm black, I'm not
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