Below are the lyrics to "Real Hip Hop #4" sung by the artist "Chris Brown". Hopefully this can help you find the lyrics to the song "Real Hip Hop #4".
" 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
" Stolen "
'Mano
Feelin' like I was God
How did I get from too much to not a lot?
Who would've thought that you would give me a loss?
You take and you take, don't think about the cost (Hol' up)
You just snatch and grab things I can't get back
(That's what you did, but now)
I'm just trying to rack all that you subtract
Left me with the aftermath
I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin'
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
You took my sanity, I got no peace of mind
Overdrawn on my memory, bank can't buy back my time
But you tryna cap though, talkin' 'bout you layin' low
When you switch on niggas like you change clothes
But you want it that way, so what can I say? Yeah
You just snatch and grab things I can't get back
(Girl, that's what you do to me)
I'm just trying to rack (Ooh) all that you subtract
Left me with the aftermath
I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin' (Oh, baby)
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen (Stole)
Just wanna get back what you've stolen (Oh)
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen (Stole)
Oh, I just wanna get back
Just wanna get back what you stole (Stole)
(Just wanna get back, just wanna get back)
Baby, I just
I just wanna get back everything
I got it, now we'll cop it (Ayy)
We was servin' thrax
I kept the shotty and the rocket (Bah, bah)
Fourth quarter, let's sack it
Let you claim the winning bucket
And I kill it when I'm fuckin' it (Woo)
You took my sanity
Then you threw it for grabs (You threw it for grabs)
Keep this shit real with me
I'll do the same back (Keep this shit one hundred, oh)
I started lovin' you
Not the first but the second time (Second time I saw you)
We ride the four-seater
Or the coupe with the hatchback, yeah
I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin'
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
Just wanna get back what you've stolen
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
Oh, I just wanna get back
Just wanna get back what you stole
With all that petty shit, petty bitch
Stealin' change out the baby car seat
Her shoes five G, the purse thirty
Gotta take a Uber, got the boot on the lease
She a new Mona Lis', but her face change
I stayed dangerous, she see the beauty in the beast
Put her hand in your jeans, hear that bang-bang
Why you tryna steal my piece with my hand on my heat?
Bitches gang-gang
Now she comin' for my neck, tryin' to give me head, brain, brain
Shawty better flock a bitch, tryin' to steal my shit, mayday
She eyin' that watch on my wrist, little itty bitch, no tick-tock
Come sign this NDA, baby, huh (No, for real, ooh)
I just wanna get back what you've stolen
Need it so I can be whole again
I need all of the pieces you're holdin'
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
Just wanna get back what you've stolen
Pieces of my heart that you've stolen
Oh, I just wanna get back
Just wanna get back what you stole
(Just wanna get back, yeah, yeah)
" Holla @ Me "
Jahlil Beats, holla at me
Uh, boom, boom, we ballin' in the room
Sweepin' up my competition, call me Mr. Broom
Knockin' niggas over, call me bulldozer
One more drink for these bitches, then it's over
'Cause I'ma strike that somethin' like a cobra
I know she want my venom, but I ain't gon' leave it in her
And right after I get her, she know she with a winner
And we straight to the crib, I ain't takin' her to dinner
Ha, nigga, look at my jewels
Aviator shades, I ain't lookin' at you
Achoo, bless me twice
Ill rich nigga, I be shitting on your life (Ha)
Magazine covers, magneem rubbers
I mean Magnum, I don't fuck with stragglers
Niggas want drama, Gangsta Grillz bastards
Did you check the caption? Lights camera, action
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up
A nigga beep beep and shawty toot, toot
Blowin' out there brains, car need a new roof
Lookin' like a superstar when I roll through
And shawty, I'm the truth, so mama, what it do?
Now let's ride out, ain't no trippin'
When we dippin' to my hide-out
Big dipper 'cause you sippin' on my bottle
Only fucking with them A-listin' models
Now let's get it like
Low fitted, if you done it, then I did it
If you kick it, then I'm with it
We can do this ish all night
Your limit don't compare to my limit
When I'm in it and I get it
I'ma give it to you all night
I'm the shit, ha, yeah, I go hard
Don't stand in lines, nigga, I bogart
Bad boy celebrity 'cause I'm so large
And don't need no battery 'cause I'm in charge
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up
Ha, I'm hot motherfucker, get a plate, bitch
Don't say shit (Uh), get your face-lift
Rosé bitch, let the champagne drip
Niggas swag jack but this L.A. shit (Uh)
Get it back, give it back ain't 'bout shit
Snapback, them ain't even rare, where the tag at?
Oh, wackass all up in my ear, bitch, back back
I bag bad bitches, motherfuck a Kat Stacks, haha
Yellow nigga, no cabs (No cabs)
Got the Phantom out, uh, no mask (No mask)
Get your camera out, uh, one flash
Hot beams steady shot, cl-cl-clap your ass
Uh, T Raw, I'm so uh
Locs on, Chucks low, black beanie dog
Patrón top wash straight from the liquor store
I'm turnt up (Turnt up), I can't feel my face so
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
Holla at me, boo, holla at me, baby (Yeah)
I'm turnt up, I'm super turnt up
" Text Message "
What's up with you? What you doin' tonight?
Said I hope it's me tonight, then I book you a flight
Oh, what a night, sleepover like it's junior high
We gettin' high, high ceilin's lookin' at your life
Rain, snow, or shine, she there every time
Hit you with that nonchalant "I'm fine," crazy sex drive
Left you feelin' right, middle of the night
Midnight, do ya like semi-pics? Triple X
Baby, know it's on sight, so
Tell me how to get there
Send me your address
Tell me how to get there
Started with a text message
Ended up with sex, yes, it's true
I wanna be on you
Started with a text message
Ended up with sex, yes, it's true
I wanna be on you
LOL, smiley face, the emoji with the tongue out
Now I'm kissin' you, touchin' you, freakin' you over at your house
Girl, we started on the floor, now we face-to-face (Face-to-face)
Start a little slow, now pick up the pace (Pick up the pace)
Everything I told you I was gonna do (Gonna do)
I did it well, accept it, we ain't get to drink (Get to drink)
Your body, I want it until the mornin'
I can't lie, for you, I'm a love-a-holic
Tell me how to get there
And already be undressed
Just tell me how to get there
It started with a text message (Text message)
Ended up with sex, yes, it's true (Oh, babe)
I wanna be on you (Be on you)
Started with a text message (Message)
Ended up with sex, yes, it's true (True)
I wanna be on you
LOL, smiley face, the emoji with the tongue out
Now I'm kissin' you, touchin' you, freakin' you over at your house
It started with my phone
And then we got to, to the point where I can't even leave you alone
It's crazy right?
Every day I shuffle, you my ace of spades
I try to keep you in the deck, but you never stay
No FaceTime, bae, she just want me face-to-face
Put you on lock, now you got keys to the place
I was really fuckin' with you, told myself not to get attached
There goes that and all them other girls I had, that's a wrap
I ain't mad, one of you was worth a million them
I'm a millionaire, never leave and can't believe it all
Started with a text message
Ended up with sex, yes, it's true
I wanna be on you
Started with a text message
Ended up with sex, yes, it's true
I wanna be on you
LOL, smiley face, the emoji with the tongue out
Now I'm kissin' you, touchin' you, freakin' you over at your house
" MIA "
Whoa, what are you thinking?
I know you see your cell phone blinking
Backwards and forwards I'm pacing
Tryna figure out why you ain't calling me back
What does it all mean?
Maybe tryna show me something
But you ain't gotta do it this way, no
Put yourself in my shoes, tell me, what would you do
She knows I been hitting her on the phone
And I know she been getting it, something's wrong
Could it be that she's with the other dude
From her past? I know damn well that she ain't
Sitting and laughing with her girlfriends
Looking at the number, talking 'bout it's him again (Oh)
I know she better call pretty soon or I'ma have (Whoa)
To send the boys to find out just why she's been M.I.A.
Is there a problem?
And if it's really one, I'ma solve it
Don't know how you handled other dudes but I'm not them
Girl, you running 'round
Got 'em thinking that I can't handle my thing
Ooh, are you crazy?
Did you really think you could play me?
I'm 'bout to show up on your doorstep
And you better answer when I, knock, knock
You better be by yourself
She knows I been hitting her on the phone (Oh)
And I know she been getting it, something's wrong (And I know she been getting it, yeah)
Could it be that she's with the other dude
From her past? (Oh) I know damn well that she ain't (I know she ain't with him)
Sitting and laughing with her girlfriends (Laughing)
Looking at the number, talking 'bout it's him again (Talking about me, oh)
I know she better call pretty soon or I'ma have (Yeah, whoa)
To send the boys to find out just why she's been M.I.A. (M.I.A.)
You can't run 'cause the boys are find ya, girl
You can't hide 'cause you know I'm right behind ya, girl
If you telling the truth
Then why you acting like you're scared over there?
You can't run 'cause the boys are find you, oh
You can't hide 'cause you know I'm right behind you, oh
If what you say is true
Then why you can't call me back, baby, baby? Yeah
She knows I been hitting her on the phone
And I know she been getting it, something's wrong
Could it be that she's with the other dude
From her past? I know damn well that she ain't
Sitting and laughing with her girlfriends
Looking at the number, talking 'bout it's him again (Oh)
I know she better call pretty soon or I'ma have (Whoa)
To send the boys to find out just why she's been M.I.A.