Real Hip Hop Shit

[Chris Brown] Look, illest of the illest I'm a sick soul A little margarita blend so I sip slow Too talented type of nigga I'm kinda schizo But never out of my element I let that fifth go Shots in the club panic at the disco She of that MDMA that's from Frisco Hella chips call me mister Nabisco Is that your bitch cause she, won't let my go wrist go My technique is just sex freaks Skinny dip with hot models, bitches and lesbies I'mma put my tongue on they soul like a SB But they don't know they scum to my soul they're just sexy I'mma play dumb play that role in that SV, it's 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 Uh, it's relevant that I'm better than these 'veterans' They are sleeping on me like I been givin' them sedatives Sometimes I wish I had better friends and better peers Cause I know when that cheddar ends they disappear [Kevin McCall] Damn! Where they go? Where they go? Where they go, huh? 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 Cause what good is being rich if you're dying that shit is silly Call the the chain TLC all the ice'll make you chilly I'm a pimp so you know I'm snatching your broad I'm a real star, you're 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 lead foot 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 Cause when you see that whip that I have You be like "What the fuck was that?!"