Chris Brown – Real Hip Hop Shit #4 Lyrics

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Did you think I give a fuck what you think about me?
I got my chin up, brother walking properly
Almost got them papers so no coppers bother me
Fuck walking on egg shells, father help me please
I’m ducking slugs, I’m in higher water so they leech
Got the game f'd up, but it’s all g
I choose it cause this music’s therapeutic to my brain cells
And when I’m stupid yea I lose it I don’t think well
Yea, and for this moolah, I'm a road runnah
You can't stop the party, boy, you won't fuck my fun up
Might just have to call them boys then they gonna run up
Pretty little face lift, yea you getting done up
I light a candle for the homies that's history
You light a candle just to save electricity

Let me calm down, I don't wanna get tazed
I just bought this outfit and these shades
I'm balling hard nigga hit that replay
And all my haters die slow and decay

Give me four quarters and a few vitamin waters
I guess to win in this game I just gotta fuck reporters

A nigger somersault naw, it's not what the doctor ordered
Red shots is on your forehead, block em, they recording
Now I'm on the west coast riding in that lolo
With a couple killers who be hiding from the popo
Know they got the best smoke, feel like you in slow mo
But I don't smoke that shit so NO that wasn't no promo
VA yea we hard bitch, cause everywhere I go I feel like I'm a target
I'm a star, you just start shit
Super hero switching fists like I'm Clark Kent

[Verse 3: Kevin McCall (K-MAC)]
Superman that ho, check, look

See the way snakes double I guess you can say I'm tipsy
I'm all about my hustle like my first name Nipsy
Breezy brought me on, so I be wherever Chris be
I'm the next to blow, believe it or not, Ripley's
Biggest thing in L.A. how can you miss me?
Tell the bank teller to keep them hundreds extra crispy
Cash rules everything around me
I see your mouth moving but you ain't really saying shit just like to lip sync
A lot of chicks on my teams so they call me coach
My dick game got them bugging call them cockroach
How you fly as me? I don't fly coach
Nigga I'm sick so when I spit it's fucking gross
That's dope, nigga that's dope
I seed in the bitch but I ain't never seen the slopes
Californication, I'm repping the West coast
East side, young niggers, my cousins are straight locs

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