Yeah man Its like this You ready? All the girls I know you're sexy Take it off girl let me Let me rub on yo thighs When I look in your eyes You Ready
[David Banner] Lord we come to you asking you for the strength and the guidance to be man enough to protect our children till the day that we die Amen
loud phones, system, 100 thousand watts in em Rock rocks, delight exchange like stocks Bars made like Comstock, dead man's glock Holdin name down, spit a 100 in change
I can't complain about the money, although the suckas in the back They talkin' shit an' laughin' like it's somethin' funny I aim to make changes an' never change
for them other entertainers and athletes Especially the ones who wanna settle down Cause they'll beg and drink out your shoes and get they nose brown Just the kinda man
time Don?t know where our future would be If he?s not here, how do we stay strong? Only we can save us from us Bring about change we will show our people
me baby all you gotta do is Pop, Lock, and Drop It But baby don`t stop it We can do it like Chris Brown girl and get it poppin Man I`m a pro, look
to the old you, Ciroc and lime, give it a lil time, and she can transform like Optimus Prime, [Chris Brown] Need a ride I can Range you up, money i can change
Wuuuun (Whaa-Whaa-Whaa-Whaa) Check me out (Come on) Cash Money Millionaires Check me out [Lil Wayne] Baby named me Fire Wayne, wit lots of change You
as sick as I can Grenade grippin, fittin to detonate Disneyland I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits Like Chris Brown's fist
[Chris Brown Talking] Man yall don't know what yall do for me you see with out yall non of this would matter I mean non of it so i say thank you listen
Don't know where our future would be If he's not here, how do we stay strong? Only we can save us from us Bring about change we will show our people
please me baby all you gotta do is Pop, Lock, and Drop It But baby don`t stop it, and do it like Chris Brown girl get it poppin Man I`m a pro, look
for eight hundred dollars Jigga Man, holla {*click*, *dial tone*} [Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy [Chris] Whassup Sig? This Chris out
(feat. Pooda Brown) [Young Chris:] G-I-F-I Get In where you Fit In You know Roll with ya boys Gunz..! [Young Chris:] Honestly, my favorite type of gear