be there by your side forever and ever we will be together together cause you make me better I'm gonna ride for you, I'm a ride for you. [Brown Boy:]
music... Play that funky music white boy Play that funky music right Play that funky music white boy Play that funky music right Play that funky music white boy
models be seen with strugglin some pretty brown eyes and I seen them cuttin In my direction, but I mean it's nuthin If you have another man, or have other plans Other
brown into grey ??, sip grapes, hit lace and eighth to the face while I chase the drag splash and askin your momma for dank I pour out drank for PBF1 will of fiti my boy
J'connais mon style de A a Z J'suis un hot V.I.P. Tu peux m'appeler meme hot brown cherie Refrain I got (a lot of skills dans mes baggys boy) I got
let him put it back in place [Talking: 50 Cent] ha ha ha 50 Cent, yeah what u gon do boy? From New York to Atlanta to Dallas boy I'm all over the place
I aint going back to black boy lane, No I aint going back to black boy lane, There must be some other way, Because I aint going back to black boy lane
Country mama, brown country girl When you touch me I, I feel so tall If you let me down boy I'd be so small Yes, you are my sweet Jamaica Country mama, brown
I ran and told her. I'm a cash money young'n, Bird-man junior. Just a president, looking for a minor occurrence. [Verse 2: Chris Brown] The young boy
is deep like a river better than an ocean, Boy you can't even imagine if I'm gettin what I wanted What I need [Jessica:] I'll never [Chris Brown:] Girl
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
push up on you [Chris Brown] hold up, wait little mama do you think that you can deal with the showstoppa [Rich Girl] boy you aint impressing me [Chris Brown
mama wanna get mad Slow up Slow up Sayin she don't wanna share what she had (she had) Ain't no particular one that's getting this boy gone it's many
I just need you, I don't need money, I don't see cars Boy you're may all And... [Chorus:] Oh! I'm into you, And boy, No... one else would do, Cause with
my word is bond, lyrics are laws Sucker MC's look at me like I'm friggin' eye sore [Verse 2: Posdnuos] Heere comes a brother hipping others on the
Of all the other dealers He's a cocaine cowboy See they causin' a lot of havic In movin a lot of traffic From the white to the brown boy N they willin
for the moon She's got you hypnotised, with her big brown eyes And a body that could stop a clock But if you think your face ain't gonna be replaced Georgie boy
breaking bread Sliding through your system banging, bobbing heads Doing mines and I don't care what other niggaz saying They can pop it, but they can't stop it, boy
