Chris Brown - Real Hip Hop Shit 4 lyrics

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Feat. K-Mac & 9th Wonder

Did you think I give a fuck what you think about me?

I got my chin up brother walking properly

Almost out them papers …your coppers bother me

Fuck walking on egg shells, Father help me please

I’m ducking slugs, I’m in high water so they leech

You got the game f-ed up but it’s all g

I choose it cause this music’s therapeutic to my brain cells

And when I’m stupid yeah I lose it I don’t think well

Yeah, and for this moola I’ma road runner

You can’t stop the party boy you won’t fuck my fun up

Might just have to call them boys then they gonna run up

Pretty little face lift, yeah you getting done up

I light a candle for the homies that’s history

You light a candle just to save electricity

Let me calm down, I don’t wanna get tased

I just bought this outfit and these shades

I’m balling hard nigger hit that replay

And all my haters die slow in decay

Look, let go, can’t fight the feeling

Give me 4 quarters and a few vitamin waters

I guess to win in this game I just gotta fuck reporters

A nigger sell my soul nah, that’s not what the doctor ordered

Red shots is on your forehead, blocka, they recordin'

Now I’m on the west coast, riding in that low-low …

With a couple killers who be hiding from the po-po …

Know they got the best smoke, feel like you in slow mo

But I don’t speak that shit so know that want no promo

VA yeah we hard bitch, cause everywhere I go I feel like I’m a target

I’m a star, you just start shit

Super hero switchin' fits, like I’m Clark Kent

Superman that hoe, check, look

See the waitress making double I guess you can say I’m tipsy

I’m all about my hustle like my first name Nipsy

Breezy put me on so I be wherever Chris be

I’m the next to blow believe it or not, Ripley

Biggest thang in L.A. how can you miss me?

Tell the bank tell them keep the hundreds extra crispy

Cash move everything around me,

I see your mouth movin' but you ain't really saying shit like the lip sync

A lot of chicks on my team so they call me coach

My dick game got the bugging call it cockroach

How you fly as me? I don’t fly coach

Nigger I’m sick so when I spit it’s fucking gross

That’s dope, nigger that’s dope, icy than a bitch

And I ain’t never seen the slopes

Californication, I’m repping the west coast

East side, young niggers, my cousins are straight locs

Can’t fight the feeling, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.<br />

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Thanks to Andrei

Thanks to Rachel for correcting these lyrics