Real Hip Hop Lyrics - Chris Brown (boy In Detention)

Chris Brown Ft. Kevin McCall - Real Hip Hop Lyrics

[Chris Brown]
Look, in the summer 6-0
A little margarita blend
So I slip slow, the type of nigga I am kind of skitzo
Never out of my element I let the fifth go
Shots in the club panic at the disco
She of that M D M A that's from frisco
Hella chips call me mister Nabisco
Is that your bitch
cause she, won't let my go wrist go
My techniques is just sex freaks
Skinny dipp with hot model bitches and lesbies
I'm a put my tongue on they soul like a SB
But they don't know
They scum to my soul they're just sexy
I'm a play dumb play that role in the SV is ridiculous
And can I get a girl with real ass and t-ts
Most Respect in the world to my
Real niggas Cause,
All them fake niggas make me
Wanna kill niggas,
I stand alone f-ck that gang bang shit
They Nintendo blowing niggas, cause this game ain't shit
Is relevant that I am better than these 'veterans'
They are sleeping on me like I been
Given them sedatives,
Sometimes I wish I had better, friends and better peers
Cause I know when it to the ends they disappear

[Kevin McCall]
Damn! Where they go?
Where they go? [x2]

Uhhh-See I'm doper than that shit
Pookie was on in new jack city
This is why I'm getting rich
Without trying, I ain't like fifty
Cus what's good being rich if your dying
That shit is silly!
Call the the chain t l c all the ice make you chilly
I'm a pimp so you know I'm snatching your broad
I'm a a real star your patrick from spongebob
And in my city to the streets
I'm Freeway Ricky
'Cause I keep the streets flooded with that crack music
I be selling CD's like them niggas push kilos
But I don't push weight unless there's plates
In the weight room
Why you think I'm boff? Blowin Up Fast
Call me left hook
Cause I be heavy on the gas
You would think I was a Spartan, 300 on the dash
Either that or a martian in a space aircraft
'Cause when you see that whip that I have,
You be like "What the f-ck was that?"