Real Hip Hop #4 Lyrics

Chris Brown - Real Hip Hop #4 Lyrics

Did you think i give a f-ck what you think about me?
I got my chin up
But i’m walking properly
Almost out them papers …
Your coppers by the meat
Walking on egg shells father help me please
I’m ducking slugs,
I’m in higher water so they leave
You got the game, bit it’s all g
I choose it cause this music’s therapeutic for my brain cells
And when i’m stupid yeah i lose it i don’t think well
yeah, and for this … i’ma roll one up
you can’t stop the party boy you won’t f-ck my fun up
might just have to cut 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 chased
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 i be riding in waters
I gust the wind in this game
I just gotta f-ck reporters, A nigger somersault 9,
It’s not what the doctor ordered
It’s on your forehead, they record in
Now i’m on the west coast,
Riding in that …
With a couple killers who be hiding from the …
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

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 fist, like i’m clark kent
Superman, check, look
See the way make double
I guess you can say i’m gipsy
I’m all about my hustle like my first name nipsy
Breathe it from me i won’t
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 her mouth to dream really saying shit like the lips…
a lot of chips on my team for the common coach
my d-ck game got the bugging call them cockroach
I don’t fly coach,
Nigger i’m 6 so when i spit it’s f-cking gross
that’s dope, nigger that’s dope, i … in the bitch
and i ain’t ever seen the slopes
californication, i’m rapping the west coast
east side, young niggers, my cousins are straight …
can’t fight the feeling, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

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Real Hip Hop #4 Lyrics Chris Ft. Kevin McCall. This is a song from Chris Brown's Mixtape "Boy In Detention".

Singer(s): Chris Brown Ft. Kevin McCall
Movie/Album: Boy In Detention
Year: 2011