Aah, Colli Park Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones, Smurf You did the fool with this one, baby I got Hurricane Chris (Say girl, say girl) And right now (
[Shout] Just incase you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money aint
baby mama been scracting up my cash yo I am certified mack yo its like dat yooo [Andy] It's like dis yall, I aint a playa so I don't drink chris yall
Book of World Records, tell 'em we poppin' tremendous Dirty we big truckin' with weapons of mass destruction It's the muddy St Louis, get to it, cash
feelin' like Chris Slater, the love violator Now what you lease I pay cash for, lit up like the dashboard Went from the PJ's to livin' out past Ford What the cash
' to playa hate I flipped a brand new Lexus, 93 Joda Balls called me up, said, "Ya lyin' to me" He said, "I heard you an' Ryan got the cash an' split
beat me up send the block out on me I don't want the block to through on me Oh too clean (barking sounds) We got ah, we got hist dancers(what about chris hicks baby? ) Chris
you out like glass Joe, all that playa hatin shit, ain't asked fo, you must got problems wit niggaz makin they cash flow, you baffled, you mutha
doobie to the left biddy bum bum boom, whoa what the fuck wrong wit you, damn i had a flash back, this nigga fronted me some yay, but you know that he aint gon'got his cash
Chris Webber I never knew that, but who's that, an' next I heard them ridin' around smokin' crack in the back of my homies Lex It be them broke ass, no cash
one, the corner store lady gimme two nigga thats love, thats what I live on right before take off, twitter from the cell phone another show rock, more money got work than Chris
4 hit it It's the men of steel bangin' with the drum hit it 4 3 2 1 Shaq b real B real Hip hop has plenty of steel With shaquille & chris & real Nobody
ma hit you broads with Chris's paws like you pissed him off Talented with the tongue muthfucker You ain't gotta lick in yours Hittin' licks like I'm robbin' liquor stores Makin' cash
much jewels I had to pass shit down to my friends But when down and out and pockets are low See how fast friends go when there's no cash flow So I head
and Ima just gone play, and bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna ever stay, down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad, so I get my cash and I act
game the pigs ain't leaving so I'm a lay Nice play, just too bad it's your last Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the grass So watch the
got tha heat on a cold night 'n' da winter Stylez you remember, Sheik you remember Oh yeah, I remember dem hoe's dat night We wuz at da beacon right, Chris
you'd better ask MC Hammer 'bout this bad mama jama tall kid with the hoopa hypa lipta-gramma watch out yo it's time for MC bashin' got more loot than my man Johnny Cash
