Chris Brown - Poppin' (Remix) lyrics

[Lil Wayne] Chris Br-eezy I ... see ya daddy Ya, right off the bat I'm a mack We can get it popping, we can get it crack-in' And if your man is whack And if he lack what I pack Then I will make you lack him Shorty we can do what you wanna, how you wanna Where you wanna, when you wanna - ask them And my clip never droppin' We can get it poppin' like a mac-ten Brrrr-Dat Dat Dat on your back back back I smack smack smack that And I'm strapped with an automatic tongue And it goes Brrrr-At-Dat Dat Dat Now who wanna get shot baby I could tap that Yup I could tap that (atta?) Rat Pack I could lay back like a fat cat But I'm a big dog on any track Ah- and we got it pumpin' every night every night When we get into our thing You know I had to tell them young n***as When it come to the women I just switch like a mood ring But I'm rich, I'm high on the food chain I'm hot, I smoke like two trains I'm trained, I know how to do things My thing - hot like blue flame Flame- the fireman put it out She hot- the fireman put her out All she gotta do is call up emergency And I will be on my way to the house Knock, Knock -- I know somebody home Don't leave me knockin' baby All you gotta do is bring that corn And we can get it poppin' baby. [Chris Brown] Say what yo' name is Ooh yeah that fits you girl Tell me where you headed Can I walk with you girl? You got that look in your eyes That look like you give your boy here a good ol' time And I'm on it girl, that's right I'm on it girl See this is the first time I had a girl Who's looks set me on fire I'm really trying to get to know you better girl You ain't gotta act like you shy Cause we gon' do, something something is gon' get, done And we gon' get, crunk And have a lot of, fun And I say... Shorty, shorty She growing her hair She working them jeans She talking that talk just li,li,like I like it She keep it on and, poppin' Shorty keep it on and poppin' Ooh, oh, ooh yeah Shorty, shorty The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking You got me open and waitin', and poppin' You keep me on and poppin' Oh, oh Unh, unh, let me tell you I'm tryin' to keep my swagger, but you 'bout to have me girl Jump through about four or five hoops of, ooh baby Let's take it to the hood so the people can see you girl Oh yes you're mean and vicious the way you switchin' Now I say This is the first time I had a girl Who's looks set me on fire I'm really trying to get to know you better girl You ain't gotta act like you're shy Cause we gon' do, somethin' Somethin', is gon' get done And we gon' get, crunk And have a lot of, fun Oh, oh oh oh Shorty, shorty She growing her hair She working them jeans She talking that talk just li,li,like I like it She keep it on and, poppin' Shorty keep it on and poppin' Ooh, oh, ooh yeah Shorty, shorty The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking You got me open and waitin', and poppin' You keep me on and poppin' Oh, oh [Juelz Santana] Ya Dipset! I'm Santana, 'ey! How ya doin' baby, nice to meet ya Wait, let me not mislead ya First off, I'm about my dough and cheese Just call me a slice of pizza Yup- I'll be your pizza guy Deliver your pizza pie I got a chauffer named Woodrow Car named Bentley When I speak he drives Shorty know how to work it like a model She get it poppin' like a cork on a bottle Baby if you was a car I'd put your doors in the air like a Murcielago I leave you on a higher note Then when Mariah Carey hit her highest note You get diagnosed With a higher dose Of what you never had before- me! Plus I ain't like them other guys that be cryin' broke Whinin' broke I'm about my bread, you heard what I said Baby I'm a loaf! Come let me screw ya Bring it here, let me be your tutor We can go to Miami, ride down Collins, hop on that scooter Next thing you know we be K-I-S-S-I-N-G In the back of my Maserati Then I drop you off before curfew time The kind of guy I be Oh I'm So kind Them other guys ... are not like me So don't pay them ... no mind Uh-uh! [Chris Brown] Shorty, shorty The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot Ain't no mistaking, playing, or faking You got me open and waitin', and poppin' You keep me on and poppin' Oh, oh