Uh, check it, check it Aiyyo it's very rare that you see me and Lanson In a club with bub partin', we dancin' If so it's Chris Bacardi an some Branson
[Intro: Young Chris] Yeah... uh, C. West We do this, Joe Budden Yeah, young Chris, what, what? Yeah, uh [Young Chris] To the heart of North Philadelph
gives us a buzz Like the Engineer does [JOHN approaches CHRIS with Kim] [JOHN] Stop drooling white boy You're losing your cool You like this jail bait [CHRIS
I got stamina Profile me like this and hold the camera I'm alone, so what y'all wanna do? Take over your faciliy like I'm John Q I rock mics, I Chris
, stupid ass, run it back That HBO shit, I must address that Once an' for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx? He pussy, pussy ain't funny as Chris Rock
Gotta love the way the industry be holdin me back/ I'm the rebellious leader of the only brigade, ain't a (Cenz.) that could bite my style, because it
' make me stalk you girl/ Bizzy go to jail and you just up and change your whole world/ You finally got someone to love you, complimentin' your style/
That joint is hot, baby Lights, camera, action, hold up You know my style, I been blowed up Paper was young, now it's growed up Stacks so thick it's
? gorilla, nigga 10 mill? later and I'm still the nigga Killer Mike, Young Bloodz, David Banner Bonecrusher, they remember when y'all ain't feel a nigga Had it out with Chris
I'd like to introduce to you The future, the young new R&B prince, Chris Brown, spit flame And me, stick around this yo boy, Chris Brown Ma have you
I kick it grown women style You got the petty ways of a child Caught you checking my draws, you fowl Now everybody wanna be ghettofab, you better ask Chris
most, most of all I'm so cool Never smacked on the crack because I'm too busy in school See, I just think you're jealous and you envy my style You hear
sky like a teeba 7 4 7 Street soldier, like Sleeba Defiance, runnin' with a how alliance Jumps pop shit, but yo they know the science Read they styles
lyrics and smackin mad hands Ahh, don't give a uh Caught for the cause 17 to the shot It's the Mighty Ha with the mic and the glock My style's buck naughty
buttah hits Baby Chris ridin' with my peeps Mark Pitts Comin' with the buttahs, production Y-O-G Grab a chickenhead, lets crack the bubbly Flows by the Gods cause the styles
hook first? You wanna start with the Oh I have no idea what I'm doing I have no idea what I'm doing But.. [Verse 1] Everybody get up, sit up Chris-
[Chris Brown:] I'm the type of guy to supersize your life and turn it all around Up and down, round and round with me theres no backing down So take some
Yea (On Tonight) It's Like I Can't Let You Go (On Tonight) But I Got To (On Tonight) I'm a Change It Up A Lil Bit, I'm a Do It Like This [Verse: Chris