Real Hip Hop Shit #4

Lyrics

[Intro: Chris Brown] Hahaha, right Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah I hear 'em talkin' 'bout this Can't fight the feeling Hahaha, haha Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Leggo, look, haha Can't fight the feeling [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Do you think I give a **** what you think about me? I got my chin up, brother walkin' properly Almost off them papers, so no coppers bother me Fuck walkin' on eggshells, Father, help me please I'm duckin' slugs, I'm in higher water so they leech You got the game effed 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 moolah, I'm a 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 facelift, yeah, you gettin' 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 tazed I just bought this outfit and these shades I'm ballin' hard, nigga, hit that replay And all my haters die slow and decay [Interlude: Chris Brown] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Haha, look, haha, leggo Can't fight the feeling [Verse 2: Chris Brown, Kevin McCall] Give me four quarters and a few Vitamin Waters I guess to win in this game, I just gotta fuck reporters (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) A nigga somersault, naw, it's not what the doctor ordered Red shots is on your forehead (Can't fight the feeling) Block up, they recordin' Now I'm on the West Coast ridin' in that low-low With a couple killers who be hidin' from the popo Know they got the best smoke, feel like you in slow-mo But I don't smoke that shit so, no, that weren't no promo V.A., yeah, we hard, bitch 'Cause everywhere I go, I feel like I'm a target I'm a star, you just start shit (What's this?) Superhero switchin' fists like I'm Clark Kent [Interlude: Kevin McCall] Yeah Superman that ho Check, look [Verse 3: Kevin McCall] See the waitress makin' double, I guess you can say I'm tipsy I'm all about my hustle like my first name Nipsey Breezy brought me on, so I be wherever Chris be I'm the next to blow, believe it or not, Ripley's Biggest thing in L.A., how can you miss me? Tell the bank teller keep them hundreds extra crispy Cash rules everythin' around me I see your mouth movin' but you ain't really sayin' shit like the lip-sync A lot of chicks on my teams, so they call me coach My dick game got 'em buggin', call it cockroach How you fly as me? I don't fly coach Nigga, I'm sick, so when I spit, it's fuckin' gross That's dope, huh, nigga, that's dope Icy in the bitch and I ain't never seen the slopes Californication, I'm reppin' the West Coast East Side, young niggas, my cousins are straight Locs [Outro: Kevin McCall] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Haha Can't fight the feeling Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can't fight the feeling