Chris Brown – Run It! (No Rap) Lyrics

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[Intro: Scott Storch & Chris Brown]
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Scott Storch
Oh-oh, oh, oh
Woo!
Oh-oh
Chris Brown
Chris Brown

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Let me talk to you, tell you how it is
I was thinking when I saw that body
Gotta get shawty, tell her what the young boy gon’ do
Damn, them chicks with you gotta be your kin
Babe, pretty thick with the kick that’s sick
That need to be hit, so tell me what y’all gon’ do

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Juelz Santana]
I got friends and you got friends (Word, oh)
They hop out, and you hop in (Word, oh-oh)
I look fly and they jocking (Word)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop
I got friends and you got friends (Word, hey)
They hop out, and you hop in (Word)
I look fly and they jocking (Word)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Is ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it
Is ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Lemme know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (Come here!)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
You’ll see, girl, I can set you off
Don’t believe my age is gonna slow us down
I can definitely show you things to have you saying I can’t be 16
Once I get in you won’t let go
(And I) I’ll have the girls wishing they were you
(And I) I know you heard about me
But guess what’s going down if we leave

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown & Juelz Santana]
I got friends and you got friends (Word, oh)
They hop out, and you hop in (Word, oh)
I look fly and they jocking (Word, huh)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop
I got friends and you got friends (Word)
They hop out, and you hop in (Word, hey)
I look fly and they jocking (Word, ooh)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop (Ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Is ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it
Is ya man (Man) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Lemme know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Girl, you feel right (Feel right)
Make me feel like (Feel like)
I wanna do a little something (Do a little something)
Ain’t no thing ‘less you do it for sure
Girl, the way that you’re wearing them jeans is turning me on
I’m the hottest thing that’s in these streets
So baby won’t you rock me?

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Is ya man (Man, oh) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Know, ooh, ooh, yeah)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (Oh, woah-oh)
Is ya man (Man, oh, woah-oh) on the floor? (Floor)
If he ain’t (Ain’t), lemme know (Lemme know, mmm)
Let me see if you can run it, run it (Run it)
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (Yeah)

[Outro: Chris Brown]
Oh-oh

Quavo – Stars In The Ceiling

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Hook]
Ridin’ round itchin’ (skrt)
Yea, my palms itchin’ (cash)
Real grown, ain’t fucking with no children (grown man)
I’m not arguing with no bitches, I ain’t in it, nah (bitch)
When I pull up (huh)
Bet I hurt they feelings (skrt)
Niggas talking shit, now they miss it [huh] (wush)
Running all these packs through the city (runnin’ wush)
I can’t tell my business cause you snitchin’ (nooo)
When I wake up, stars in my ceilings

[Verse 1]
Puttin rich niggas’ outta business (talk to ’em)
Told that fuck nigga’ mind they business (hold on, yea)
50K, Momma at the dentist (Momma)
Criminal pack my niggas got that sentence
Think I’m from New York, I got pigeons (brrrrr)
Walkin with that torch, I got decisions (flash)
Keys like Scott Storch, but I like to dish ’em
Runnin’ the point like I’m Fisher, shoot with the missile (skrt, skrt)
Don’t come to the trap unannounced, pull up with the whistle
I’m fucking that bitch by the mouth, no you shouldn’t kiss her
They pullin’ up right at yo’ house
So you shouldn’t diss ’em (brrt)
It’s sad to say these niggas controlled by the system (haha)

[Bridge]
I’m from a place where my wings gon’ fly
I got the bags, which one you wanna buy? (buy)
I put ’em in yo’ tongue yea, I put you on the road yea (yea)

When you get them pies, just please drive slow
When you got them pies, you can’t let nobody know
When you get them pies off, you ball like cantaloupe
When you get them pies, you can’t go out like no hoe

This that dope, buying all the dranks’ at the store (drink)
Beatin up the pot sajamo
I got more water than a boat
I’m so geeked up, I can’t feel my four
She only want the drugs for her nose

I am…(You what?)
I am the huncho boss
I wil…(Do what?)
Take one, take one off

[Hook]
Ridin’ round itchin’ (skrt)
Yea my palms itchin’, (cash)
Real grown ain’t fucking with no children (grown man)
I’m not arguing with no bitches, I ain’t in it, nah (bitch)
When I pull up (huh)
Bet I hurt they feelings (skrt)
Niggas talking shit, now they miss it [huh] (wush)
Running all these packs through the city (runnin’ wush)
I can’t tell my business cause you snitchin’ (nooo)
When I wake up, stars in my ceilings

Game – What Your Life Like (1992 Album) letras

[Verse 1]
Thank Dr. Dre for giving me a chance
Thank that big booty bitch Maliah for that freaky dance
She gave me last night
Jump in a ‘Rari
Pull up to her crib and hit that pussy like a crack pipe
I listen to Dipset, want Cam and Jim to squash it
But how can I say that when I ain’t made up with Fif yet?
I’m watching Power while I benchpress
Four plates on each side, maxed out, 6 reps
On my Drizzy Drake, yeah 6 reps
Rollie with the grizzly face
Mike Conley, is he straight?
Damn right he is
I got platinum and I violate niggas like Chris Lighty did
I make music for all my niggas locked up state
With Blac Chyna on they walls and now they seen a fuck face
Quarter million on the dresser, nigga what safe?
Trigger my alarm and you gon’ run into some duct tape

[Hook]
I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like?
Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like?
Mines bout listening to Illmatic
In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
What your life like?
Mines bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like

[Verse 2]
I done have conversations with Timbo
Passed on a couple Pharrell and Swizz instrumentals
I done wore a two piece tux on Jimmy Kimmel
Then came to the hood and whopped your ass like I was Kimbo
I done lost 20 million on lawyer fees
But I’ma get it back when I sue Jimmy for my royalties
I done had Scott Storch recording me
Drove through Compton with the doors up, ain’t no ignorning me
I done took shots at Jay, I done took shots of ‘gnac
I done took shots for Cedar, five couldn’t drop me flat
RIP to Frog, RIP to Will
He was just as Ill as Will so I know how Nas feel
Nigga I’m the greatest
300 bars was like 15 minutes long, tell me how many times you played it
How many times you had your Documentary stolen and replaced it?
That’s that 5 million out the gate shit

[Hook]
I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like?
Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like?
Mines bout listening to Illmatic
In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
What your life like?
Mines bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like
Tell me what your life like