“ Real Hip Hop Shit “

[Chris Brown]

Look, in the summer 6-0

A little margarita blend

so I slip slow

The type of nigga 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

Hella chips call me mister Nabisco

Is that your bitch cause she

won’t let my go wrist go

My techniques is just sex freaks

Skinny dipp with hot model bitches and lesbies

Imma put my tongue on they soul like a SB

But they don’t know they scum to my soul they’re just sexy

Imma play dumb play that role in the

SV is ridiculous

And can I get a girl with real ass and TITS

Most Respect in the world to my

real niggas Cause, all them fake niggas make me

wanna kill niggas, I stand alone fuck that gang bang shit!

they Nintendo blowing niggas

Cause this game ain’t shit

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]

Damn! Where they go? Where they go? Where they go?

Uhhh-See I’m doper than that shit

Pookie was on in new jack city

This is why I’m getting rich

without trying

I ain’t like fifty

cus whats good being rich if your dying

that shit is silly!

Call the the chain TLC all the ice make you chilly

I’m a pimp so you know I’m snatching your broad

I’ma 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 niggas 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 space aircraft

Cus when you see that whip that I have, you be like “What the fuck was that?!”