Chris Brown - Real Hip Hop #4 lyrics

[Chris Brown:] Look, in the summer 6-0 A little margarita blend So I slip slow The type of n***a 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 b**h cause she Won't let my go wrist go My techniques is just s** freaks Skinny dipp with hot model b**hes and lesbies I'm a put my tongue on they soul like a SB But they don't know they scum to my soul they're just s**y I'm a play dumb play that role in the SV is ridiculous And can I get a girl with real a** and TITS Most Respect in the world to my Real n***as Cause, all them fake n***as make me Wanna k** n***as, I stand alone f** that gang bang sh**! They Nintendo blowing n***as Cause this game ain't sh** 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 sh** Pookie was on in new jack city This is why I'm getting rich Without trying I ain't like fifty Cus what's good being rich if your dying That sh** 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'm a 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 n***as 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 f** was that?! "