Текст песни Chris Brown feat K-Mac - Real Hip Hop Shit

Look, illest of the illest I’m a sick soul
A little margarita blend so I sip slow
Too talented type of n*gga I’m kinda schizo
But never outta my element I let that fifth go
Shots in the club, panic at the disco
She off that MDMA, that’s from Frisco
Hella chips call me Mr. Nabisco
Is that yo b*tch cause she won’t let me wrist go
My technique is to sex freaks
Skinny through a hot model b*tches and les-bees
I’ma put my tongue on they soul like a SB
But they don’t know they scum to my soul they just sexy
I’ma play dumb play that role win a espy, it’s ridiculous
And can I get a girl with real ass and tits
Most respect in the world to my real n*ggas
Cause all them fake n*ggas make me wanna kill n*ggas
I stand alone f*ck that gangbang shit
They Nintendo blowin’ n*ggas cause this game ain’t shit (uh)
It’s relevant that I’m better than these veterans
They sleepin’ on me like I been givin’ them sedatives
Sometimes I wish I had better friends and better peers
Cause I know when that cheddar ends they disappear

[K-Mac]
Damn where they go, where they go, where they go huh?
See I’m doper than that shit pookie was on in new jack city
That’s why I’m gettin’ rich without tryin I ain’t like 50
Cause what good is being rich if you dyin’ that shit is silly
Call the chain TLC all that ice will make ya chilly
I’m a pimp so ya know I’m snatchin’ yo broad
I’m a real star you 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 sellin’ Cd’s like them n*ggas push kilos
But I don’t push weights unless it’s plates in the weight-room
Why you think I’m B.U.F, blowin’ up fast
Call me lead foot, cause I be heavy on the gas
You would think I was a Spartan, three hundred on the dash
Either that or a Martian in a space aircraft
Cause when you see the whip that I has,
You be like what the f*ck was that?