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" Go To War For Ya "
Step one: I could be your man
You can call me daddy when we're fucking in the sand
Step two: Let's go for a ride, baby
Better hold still, I'll drive baby
Step three: I'll be in these streets
Throwing up the west side
Checking up the b's
And they can't take away my pride
They just can't take away my pride
(Till they bury me)
Look into my eyes, and see what I see
You're a mind reader, it's just you and me
I'm ready to go to war for you
I'ma be a warrior, I'ma make sure you're safe with me
I be smoking that Cali
And baby me and you can fly
Think it over one more time
Yeah, just one more time
Yo I'm just a little nigga from a small town
I try to keep a small circle, but the fuck
Niggas always tryna come around
Bad bitches on deck, I'm about to bring em out
You niggas writing bad checks
I make her booty bounce
15 years old I was riding in a Lamborghini
Now I'm 24, got a bigger fucking Lamborghini
Two doors up, like I'm two floors up
It's kill or be killed nigga
Either you or us
But I keep it moving like a U-Hall truck
This adolescence, had me stressing, I was too fucked up, I'm gone
What's the point of you having a crown if you
Ain't got a throne
If you king you need a queen, now I'm gone
Look into my eyes, and see what I see
You're a mind reader, it's just you and me
I'm ready to go to war for you
I'ma be a warrior, I'ma make sure you're safe with me
I be smoking that Cali
And baby me and you can fly
Think it over one more time
Just one more time
And give me one more time
(Do it! Can we do it baby?) One more time
(Do it) One more time
One more time
Baby if we do it, it's gonna change our lives
It's gonna leave us
I'll drive ya, around the world
I'm ready to go to war for you
I'ma be a warrior, I'ma make sure you're safe with me
I be smoking that Cali
And baby me and you can fly
Think it over one more time
Just one more time
I'm ready to go to war for you
I'ma be a warrior, I'ma make sure you're safe with me
I be smoking that Cali
And baby me and you can fly
Think it over one more time
Just one more time
" Real Hip Hop #4 "
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
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
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Haha, look, haha, leggo
Can't fight the feeling
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
Superhero switchin' fists like I'm Clark Kent
Yeah
Superman that ho
Check, look
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 them 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
Iced in the bitch but I ain't never seen the slopes
Californication, I'm reppin' the West Coast
East Side, young niggers, my cousins are straight Locs
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Haha
Can't fight the feeling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't fight the feeling
" Show It "
Baby, you ain't gotta do too much (Yeah)
When I get a taste of your love, it's amazin' (Yeah)
And every time I feel your touch (Oh)
Ain't nobody got my heartbeat racin'
The way you do it to me
Ain't nothin' that you could do to make me leave
Only wanna get through to me (Yeah)
Whenever you're ready, girl, I'm first in line
You gotta know
Ain't like your ex-man, baby, I ain't one of those
I know you're different by the way you take it slow
Touchin' on your body, movin' like a pro
You done had too many lames
Put you in a Wraith, now you're switchin' lanes
Girl, you got me changin' up my way
Baby, anythin' to see your face
You know what it feels like
Come and make it feel right
Makin' love to you
You love it when I'm makin' love to you
The way you make it feel like the first time
I know that you know it, but why don't you show it?
When I'm makin' love to you
I only wanna make love to you
Ayy, let me address the facts (Yeah)
You always pull up on me with that pressure pack (With that pressure)
Keep on givin', I gotta bless you back (Gotta bless you)
Three-round minimum, nothin' less than that, ayy
I go above and beyond for baby
'Cause she been understandin' the assignment lately, yeah
Match my energy, we shinin', ain't we?
VS20 up, color the diamonds crazy (Sheesh)
Gotta finish but it's a ten-two (Ten-two)
But you been knew (But you been knew)
Yeah, I'm busy, you busy, ain't holdin' that against you
That just make things better when we fissle
That just make things wetter when I slip through
They say, "Blxst don't miss," well, I miss you
And I'm not a killer, but tonight, I might attempt to (I might attempt)
Tell 'em you busy, they callin' you breathless
Gotta forgive me for bein' this reckless, but (Hey)
You know what it feels like
Come and make it feel right
Makin' love to you (To you, baby)
You love it when I'm makin' love to you (Oh-oh)
The way you make it feel like the first time (First time)
I know that you know it (Oh), but why don't you show it?
When I'm makin' love to you (Makin')
I only wanna make love to you
Make love (Make love)
I won't do it for the same girls (Same girls, same girls)
Make love (Make love)
I won't do it for the same girls
Baby (Yeah)
Know-woah
You know what it feels like (Oh, baby)
Come and make it feel right (Ooh)
Makin' love to you (Love to you)
You love it when I'm makin' love to you (Love to you, oh)
The way you make it feel like the first time (Make me feel)
I know that you know it, but why don't you show it?
When I'm makin' love to you (Ooh, yeah)
I only wanna make love to you (To you, baby)
" Kiss Kiss "
Yo, this is Nappy Boy Radio live
With your boy T-Pain, we love rap music
Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one
Caller, what's your problem?
Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain!
How's it going? Yeah
It ain't going good, my girl ain't doing her things she used to do, at all
I got just what you need, brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain (Okay)
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio, we, love, you
What them boys gon' do for me? Aw
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss kiss, kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout getting with me
They hating on me, hating on me
They wanna diss diss, diss this
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss kiss, kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout getting with me
They hating on me, hating on me
They wanna diss this, diss this
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be
I'm a country boy from Tappahannock (Ah-woo)
V.A. is where I reside, so shawty understand it (Ah-woo)
And I know I just turned eighteen and I get a little mannish (Ah-woo)
And you see this bandanna hangin'
That means I'm like a bandit, like, like a bandit, bandit (Ah, woo!)
I got paper, girl (Woo!)
The Lamborghini (Woo!)
With the spider seats (Woo!)
You never seen it (Ah, woo!)
So get it, shawty
We parkin' lot pimpin' in my donk
And I know what you want
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss kiss, kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout getting with me
They hating on me, hating on me
They wanna diss diss, diss this
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss kiss, kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout getting with me
They hating on me, hating on me
They wanna diss this, diss this
Because she mine and so fine, whoa, thick as can be
I'm the epitome of this demonstration, I got the remedy
You feelin' me, so why is you hatin' on my anatomy?
It's bird-like, yeah, you heard right
Girl, I'm the king, so that means I'm fly (Ah, woo!)
If you with it, girl (Woo!)
Get it poppin' (Woo!)
Roll with me (Woo!)
Ain't no stoppin' (Ah, woo!)
So get it, shawty
We parkin' lot pimpin' in my donk
And I know what you want
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss kiss, kiss kiss (Hey)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout (Hey), getting with me
They hating on me, hating on me (Yeah)
They wanna diss diss, diss this
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be (Thick as can be, yeah)
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey
That kiss kiss, kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout getting with me, yeah
They hating on me, hating on me
They wanna diss this, diss this (Hey)
Because she mine and so fine, (Hey), thick as can be
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty, let me holla at you, you so hot, hot, hot, hot
You think I'd be hollerin' if you not, not, not, not?
I'm king of the town, you can take a look around
Teddy Penderazdown is in the spot, spot, spot, spot
Yeah, I got money on me
Yeah, baby girl, no problem
Yeah, you rollin', shawty?
Yeah, let's hit McDonald's (Ha!)
It's TP, and CB
I'm a Nappy Boy, ah-ow-ah-ah-ah-oh-ooh-wee
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey (Oh-oh)
That kiss kiss, kiss kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout (Oh, whoa), getting with me (Whoa)
They hating on me, hating on me
They wanna diss diss, diss this
Because she mine and so fine, so fine, thick as can be
Hey, she want that lovey-dovey, lovey-dovey (Girl)
That kiss kiss, kiss kiss (Yeah)
In her mind she fantasize 'bout getting with me, getting with me, shawty
They hating on me, hating on me
They wanna diss this, diss this
T-Pain, Chris Brown
Because she mine and so fine, thick as can be
Yeah, yeah
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio (Oh, oh)
This is your boy DJ Pain (Yeah)
I gotta get outta here, man, I just wanna leave with
Told y'all I was gon' do it like this, ha
If you ain't got it by now (Yeah), then you just ain't getting it, yeah
Let's go, Nappy Boy (Ayy) and Pretty Boy (Ayy)
Nappy Boy (Ayy) and Pretty Boy (Ayy)
Boy, I say, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy
Hit us up, man, (850) 321-8692
Nappy, Nappy, Nappy and Pretty Boy
(804) 698-5430, yeah
" Intro "
Yeah, who'd thought that this little dude right here?
Chris Brown, prissy boy from Tappahannock, Virginia (Ha ha, ha)
I ain't think this voice would get me this far
God pulled a fast one (Ha ha)
V.A. this one's for y'all, baby
All my dudes in E-Town, stay up
And for my team, Mark Pitts, Tina Davis
(Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
Mom, Dad, I'ma make y'all proud
Aight, we here