I never thought that we returned To the place where we one met So we stand here face to face again But now we?re just good friends We laugh about old
Chris, said run it, So I ran and told her. I'm a cash money young'n, Bird-man junior. Just a president, looking for a minor occurrence. [Verse 2: Chris
:} {Spoken:} Storch {oh} S. Dot {Yea} {Ad Lib:} Ooh Ohh. {Spoken:} The dynamic duo. {Spoken:} Wow womp womp womp..it's what your body sayin'. Chris Brown
4 Hit it It's the Men Of Steel bangin' with the drum Hit it 4 3 2 1 Shaq B Real B Real Hip hop has plenty of Steel with Shaquille & Chris & Real nobody
like I'm Kobe when I rep the west Bitches out here hopin for a trick, my pockets out of use I keep it G, like my nigga Chris and hit em with a deuce
with the shotgun ? All my thugs get dirty like we running in the mud We 7:30 livewires Unplug off the chain, utterly untame Put the gun to your frame,
on my zipper I bent her over from the back and hit her with the missile I beeum beeum beeum and I didn?t mean kiss her I beat it out the frame you know
Get yo hands out my hair girl... Hurrican!(hurrican!)bang bang bang bang bang bang(beat it out the frame) say lil mama... {Course} And I can touch you
Picture Perfect, Hurricane Chris Bow Weezy, Chris Brown Remix, go You might've seen her on every cover Of every magazine but can't nobody get her but
na (cold life entertainment) na na na na na na na na na na na na na na (hurricane) na na na na na na na I be ridin' 24 with them batman doors I be ridin' 24 with them batman doors [Hurricane Chris
you're fuckin' up with Mack 10 Silly little philly I'm back tearing' Can you really see my machine gun turrets? Open and aimed at your fat little frame
with Mack 10 Silly little philly I'm back tearing' Can you really see my machine gun turrets? Open and aimed at your fat little frame How can I miss?
4 hit it It's the men of steel bangin' with the drum hit it 4 3 2 1 Shaq b real B real Hip hop has plenty of steel With shaquille & chris & real Nobody
and your day's whittling!" (hey) Blistering lines packed in six stick to spine Rap with a sick mind trapped in thick bitch frame (ooh yeah) Drug you with
boys know Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris movin keys, lemme
shoe But back in the kitchen Pyrex's Occupied by the twins, bank robbers with large records Hard vests, 86 got guards on, Benetton rugbies And frames
yeah, she got me going insane and ion really know her name i just call her big booty judy x8 (Chris Brown verse) now judy is her name i beat it out the frame
even really know her name I just call her Big booty Judy (aye) [7x] Big big booty Judy Now, now, now Judy is her name I beat it out of frame She
