Verse 1 (Chris Styles): Opens his eyes, it's time to wake up/ another one of them nights dreaming 'bout the break up/ where she came to him to say to
i like it when your body goes [b2k:] bump bump bump [p diddy:] bad boy, b2k, yo o, talk to em player [omari:] i like your lil sexy style i love it
man staked out On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth What you chap ’bout, the same shit Been on for chris The style got you twist up Walk wit face
id like to introduce to you the future, The young , the new R&B prince, Chris Brown Spit flame, And me stick around ya boy Chris Brown {Verse 1: Chris
Chris Brown Ft. Sean Paul [Intro] Seh wah, well mi waa send out dis one to di man weh name Chris Brown, get all a di gal dem from his home town to outta
style You came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent," but at the end of the day you know where we come from and where we call home. Hey Chris,
you know that Shaq made of Steel Feel me! No matter what I do the billy it's gone flourish Big **** just like a bus full of Japanese tourists or it's styles
(feat. The Franchise) (Da Franchise) Uh, (chuckles) Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man? Fuck y'all niggaz thinking, man? Ain
competition, No need for second hand. All: Oh, you thought, you never, See my face again, Stop and only hating us, You know im a man. Chris: Lets
RICHIE: You got style, hi class from clause to smile. But aunt near on trial, I’ll make it worth your while. MICHAEL: No cry, to stayed wows on your
again and I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul a n-gga better call a ref, and everybody know my style and niggas know that I'm the
Aye, aye Chris Aye, man You know, it's been a long time since we hooked up man And did something real, you know Something for 'em, for 'em ladies, you
to give you what you need You kno I like it when your body goes Bump, bump, bump Bad boy, B2K, yo, talk to 'em player I like your lil sexy style I love
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
like a nut-stain I came from nothing, night, fucking calling hoes And flying planes, who the fuck could complain? Huh? [Gudda Gudda] So you mad cause I'm styling
running... But there's a couple things I like, I try to explain! You say you wanna wait a while, Girl, I ain't mad at you, In fact I like your style!
[Styles P & Akon talking] What up John (testing one, two, three) What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P Fresh
dats where I'mma be I don't pop trunk wit lights dats Where dey choppa be, straight to the hotel All da bad chick that's followin' me I hope you like my style
