Sweet Caroline

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] Oh mother, sweet Caroline Feels like you shot me with a 38 over 45 My heart's bleeding baby, can't feel my legs I'm paralysed I know you just in it for the moment, so I'll enjoy the ride [Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown] Eyes start rolling in back of my head, girl I'm already gone I can see all of nothing, what's happening? Can't even look at your face, girl I'm fading away Girl your drug is automatic [Chorus: Chris Brown] Higher than a fan, one sip of that, lights out I'm just floating above the clouds, it really feels like life Sweet love of mine, oh You're my sweet Caroline, my sweet Caroline [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Ooh baby, I'm down, as long as you do the same, I'll try the same shit, right now, right now Baby tell me when you start to feel it, damn you fine, yeah baby Just let go of all the emotion, all the emotions Just let it out, flow with me [Pre-Chorus] + [Chorus] [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Let me make sure Caroline understand something, here I go, when I step up in the spot like another block When the nigga drop stop, you ain't even got a clue Regularly man, a nigga that need to be seen Medically tell me what you really wanna do Generally niggas think they better than me boo Niggas really tryna put they foot up in my shoe That's right I'm independent, I don't really understand it That's when I lay 'em down, I'm tryna get a better view Genuinely see the way I regularly choose Whack niggas switch, I'm up to legendary view Something from benal they already really knew Instead of tryna fuck you need to get a better crew Lactose, switch, I came up back close Better know I back those, I don't wanna let it go Damn folks, shawty wanna stand close When a nigga bang those and I let it blow He don't really wanna do it Then what it gets a nigga that be flowing like a fluid And I be damaging every nigga, every time a nigga get up on, it's nothing We know that they already do it and ain't nothing really to it Pull up, stop, how 'bout a drop top? Then I'm out, I got my Glock cocked That's how we do it over here You not hop on the mic on a wrong black knock Y'all niggas know what it is And you know the way I put it down for 'em That's right, got 'em loose And it ain't nothing baby girl, you can see the grap on em Now ya'll don't really want to get a better note Fireworks, nigga I be giving 'em a show Let me chill though I really met a pretty little hoe Make her bounce on me but a nigga gotta go [Chorus]