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Chris Brown - Popping - текст песни, видео

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Chris Brown - Popping - текст песни, видео

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[Lil Wayne] 
Chris Br-eezy I ... see ya daddy 

Ya, right off the bat 
I'm a mack 
We can get it poppin, we can get it crack-in' 
And if your man is whack 
And if he lack what I pack 
Then I will make you lack him 
Shorty we can do what you wanna, how you wanna 
Where you wanna, when you wanna - ask them 
And my clip never droppin' 
We can get it poppin' like a mac-ten 
Brrrr-Dat Dat Dat on your back back back 
I smack smack smack that 
And I'm strapped with an automatic tongue 
And it goes Brrrr-At-Dat Dat Dat 
Now who wanna get shot baby I could tap that 
Yup I could tap that (atta?) Rat Pack 
I could lay back like a fat cat 
But I'm a big dog on any track 
Ah- and we got it pumpin' e'ry night e'ry night 
When we get into our thing 
You know I had to tell them young niggaz 
When it come to the women I just switch like a mood ring 
But I'm rich, I'm high on the food chain 
I'm hot, I smoke like two trains 
I'm trained, I know how to do things 
My thing - hot like blue flame 
Flame- the fireman put it out 
She hot- the fireman put her out 
All she gotta do is call up emergency 
And I will be on my way to the house 
Not now? I know somebody home 
Don't leave me noddin' baby 
All you gotta do is bring that (cmon?) 
And we can get it poppin' baby. 

[Chris Brown] 
Say what yo' name is 
Ooh yeah that fits you girl 
Tell me where you headed 
Can I walk with you girl? 
You got that look in your eyes 
That look like you give your boy here a good ol' time 
And I'm on it girl, that's right I'm on it girl 
See this is the first time I had a girl 
Who's looks set me on fire 
I'm really trying to get to know you better girl 
You aint gotta act like you shy 
Cuz we gon' do, something 
something is gon' get, done 
And we gon' get, crunk 
And have a lot of, fun 
And I say... 

Shorty, shorty 
She growing her hair 
She working them jeans 
She talking that talk just li,li,like I like it 
She keep it on and, poppin' 
Shorty keep it on and poppin' 
Ooh, oooh, ooh yeah 
Shorty, shorty 
The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot 
Aint no mistaking, playing, or faking 
You got me open and waitin', and poppin' 
You keep me on and poppin' 
Oooooh, oooooooh 

Unh, unh, let me tell you 
I'm tryin' to keep my swagger, but you 'bout to have 
me girl 
Jump through about four or five hoops of, ooh baby 

Let's take it to the hood so the people can see you 
girl 
Oh yes you're mean and viscious the way you switchin' 
Now I say 
This is the first time I had a girl 
Who's looks set me on fire 
I'm really trying to get to know you better girl 
You aint gotta act like you're shy 
Cuz we gon' do, somethin' 
Somethin', is gon' get done 
And we gon' get, crunk 
And have a lot of, fun 
Ooooh, oohh ooohhhhh 

Shorty, shorty 
She growing her hair 
She working them jeans 
She talking that talk just li,li,like I like it 
She keep it on and, poppin' 
Shorty keep it on and poppin' 
Ooh, oooh, ooh yeah 
Shorty, shorty 
The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot 
Aint no mistaking, playing, or faking 
You got me open and waitin', and poppin' 
You keep me on and poppin' 
Oooooh, oooooooh 

[Juelz Santana] 
Ya Dipset! I'm Santana, 'ey! 

How ya doin' baby, nice to meet ya 
Wait, let me not mislead ya 
First off, I'm about my dough and cheese 
Just call me a slice of pizza 
Yup- I'll be your pizza guy 
Deliver your pizza pie 
I got a chauffer named Woodrow 
Car named Bentley 
When I speak he drives 
Shorty know how to work it like a model 
She get it poppin' like a cork on a bottle 
Baby if you was a car 
I'd put your doors in the air like a Murcielago 
I leave you on a higher note 
Then when Mariah Carey hit her highest note 
You get diagnosed 
With a higher dose 
Of what you never had before- me! 
Plus I aint like them other guys that be cryin' broke 
Whinin' broke 
I'm about my bread, you heard what I said 
Baby I'm a loaf! 
Come let me screw ya 
Bring it here, let me be your tutor 
We can go to Miami, ride down Collins, hop on that 
scooter 
Next thing you know we be K-I-S-S-I-N-G 
In the back of my Maserati 
Then I drop you off before curfew time 
The kind of guy I be 
Oh I'm 
So kind 
Them other guys ... are not like me 
So don't pay them ... no mind 
Uh-uh! 

[Chris Brown] 
Shorty, shorty 
The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot 
Aint no mistaking, playing, or faking 
You got me open and waitin', and poppin' 
You keep me on and poppin' 
Oooooh, oooooooh
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