like shit god damn Ay shawty, you can bring all your friends We got 'em like shit God damn We got 'em like shit God damn God damn, God damn, [Verse 1
got 'em liike Shiit god damn And shawty you can briing all your friiends Cusz we got 'em liike Shiit god damn We got 'em liike Shiit god damn god damn god damn
boys can't flow, these boys be saying I'ma come down And I'ma break these boys off, and get down like James Brown Or Chucky Brown or Troy Brown, I could
realest you niggas better comply now Make way for the king the streets is mine now I'm G and shit stripes like Adidas's Chris Brown damn right I beat
rather hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio! Startin drama with Chino, God forbid Auction my lyrics on eBay, that's God for bid
know seh a Marshall write the weed book (book) Eh, mi seh mi smoke weh mi wanna (wanna wanna) Di highgrade Marijuana (juana) Eh, people listen to di drama Weed mek Chris Brown
yo I'd rather hear Hannah Montana, than half of you rappers on the radio! Startin drama with Chino, God forbid Auction my lyrics on eBay, that's God for
Verse 3:] Niggas still cruisin' Crenshaw & 36. Your wife at home, your wasting gas, tryin' to bust a bitch. At the club, acting young, wearing the wrong shit. Think your Chris Brown
Chris Brown. I am Chris Web. CT is listenin' to everything this kid says. The only time I get bread's At a meal Before my main course, God damn I need
