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chris brown - real hip hop #4 lyrics

[chris brown:]
look, in the summer 6-0
a little margarita blend
so i slip slow
the type of n-gg- i am kind of skitzo
never out of my element i let the fifth go
shots in the club panic at the disco
she of that m d m a that’s from frisco
h-lla chips call me mister nabisco
is that your b-tch cause she
won’t let my go wrist go
my techniques is just s-x freaks
skinny dipp with hot model b-tches and lesbies
i’m a put my tongue on they soul like a sb
but they don’t know they sc-m to my soul they’re just s-xy
i’m a play dumb play that role in the
sv is ridiculous
and can i get a girl with real -ss and t-ts
most respect in the world to my
real n-gg-s cause, all them fake n-gg-s make me
wanna kill n-gg-s, i stand alone f-ck that gang bang sh-t!
they nintendo blowing n-gg-s
cause this game ain’t sh-t
is relevant that i am better than these ‘veterans’
they are sleeping on me like i been
given them sedatives
sometimes i wish i had better
friends and better peers
cause i know when it to the ends they disappear…

[kevin mccall:]
d-mn! where they go? where they go? where they go?

uhhh-see i’m doper than that sh-t
pookie was on in new jack city
this is why i’m getting rich
without trying
i ain’t like fifty
cus what’s good being rich if your dying
that sh-t is silly!
call the the chain tlc all the ice make you chilly
i’m a pimp so you know i’m sn-tching your broad
i’m a a real star your patrick from spongebob
and in my city to the streets i’m freeway ricky
cus i keep the streets flooded with that crack music
i be selling cd’s like them n-gg-s push kilos
but i don’t push weight unless there’s plates
in the weight room
why you think i’m buf? blowin up fast
call me left hook cause i be heavy on the gas
you would think i was a spartan, 300 on the dash
either that or a martian in a sp-ce aircraft
cus when you see that whip that i have, you be like “what the f-ck was that?! ”

- chris brown lyrics

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