Chinky Brown Eyes

(Featuring Cam'ron/Chinky Brown Eyes)

Killa, Killa, Dipset man
Aye yo you know I've been all over the motherfucking world man
But ain't no place like Harlem man
Me break it down man

We tie dynamite to the rhino type, whine you might find yo sight
Sell the information for a dime a white, that c
I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor minor
Elder fella, lookin' for that shine, I'll shine ya

My mind designa, you a dime, I dine ya
Madonna momma, body bottle, your fine, I'm finer
Time to climb her, climb behind vagina
Then I hime and grind her, 'til her mom remind her

Diamonds blind her, visions gone, kiss her palm
Turn her on, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is wrong
Gotta get it right ma, we gon' get along
Said how don't trip, but yo the trick is wrong

First visit warn, day job tick a tron
Night time, missed the mom, bootleg Chris and Don
Brother Chris and Don, and they sister calm
They sell yay, you'll say yay, this s***'s the bomb

I'm a hit my man, tell 'em you my bigga pawn
The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom
You know kisses mom, she gave him wisdom charm
And they father come from a long lista dons

And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers
And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia
But I give you an earful, it's tearful
Told my mother I hustle, and she said be careful

Why I feel like I'm losin' weight?
Why I ain't got no money if I'm movin' weight?
My life's based upon, what I'mma do this year
Cop a boat, Hop a layer, now the army suits cute with my chocolate Airs

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair
Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls
When a nigga under the world

Everybody like Cam got the recipe now
Not them three girls I got to be Destiny's Child
Specially equities, wreckin' we smile
In the fear tech the tech and use the tech that we wile

The tech with the septa, Receptive affiles
Hectic, heckle a koch, helicopters on the set of my sales
Nah, I ain't gon' be imbedded in jail
Talking to a cell mate in a bed in a jail, dog

I broke bread with the wheel, fled from some seals
And the house, I was the head of the hills, s***
You get a dumb ho, and get dumb happy
Go to the gun show, get gun happy

Stuck, killed, mugged, milt
Tone flint sticks, bo, Chub's milk
Poochi, baba, butta got the hardest shells
We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga

Ya, well just clap up ya brains, snatch up ya chains
See dog? Rap is my aim
But I'm a hustla, in my heart, trapped is the game
A test of my frame, tapped to my brain, affects that remains

It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range
Look dog, don't be askin' for dames, see
Playboy, I don't own that man
In any way homeboy, you a grown ass man, s***

And when I rap, it ain't no punchlines
I be on the highway dirty, crunch time
N o timeouts homeboy, just one time
If they find that stash box, just one time

S***, they'll put the dogs in the trunk
Side of the road, holding you up, cold as a f***
They want that button, lunge it and push it
Soon as they lunge it and push it, I'll run in the bushes

That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine
Take my chances, one on one with the K9
Stealin' a clip, for anyone squealin' they lips
F*** y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips

Why I feel like I'm losin' weight?
Why I ain't got no money if I'm movin' weight?
My life's based upon, what I'mma do this year
Cop a boat, Hop a layer, now the army suits cute with my chocolate Airs

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair
Still the sweet in me, nothing they can do to me
I made sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls
When a nigga under the world
Killa

{*"Do it again.."*}
{*"Do it again.."*}
(Intro: Sunny)
Whattup baby, it's ya girl Sunny
Hot 97, a.k.a. the Drama Queen, hahaha
Hangin out with the Drama King himself
KaySlay, "Streetsweeper Volume 2"
Lil' somethin for the ladies right now
Noooo drama involved, real sexy
"Celebrity Love" - let's go
(Chorus: Chinky Brown Eyes)
Let's do it in the mornin
Let's do it all through the night
I wanna feel your sweet face
I wanna feel it next to miiiiine
I love it when you, hold me
My body can't refuuuuse
It's the way you make me feel when I'm in love
Let's do it again
(Lala)
Don't wanna ride in your Six tonight
I don't want you to trick tonight
You ain't gotta pop Cris' tonight
I don't care what's on your wrist tonight
I just want you to get me right, hit me right
I always take care of my baby boy
Lay you back on that Laz-E-Boy
You get me wet like the Navy boy, goin crazy boy?
Twist Lala, come through, blaze me boy?
Feel my foreplay all day
Let's role play, I'll be the French maid
Or the stewardess, jeans fit like {?}
Ride and won't move a inch 'til you can't move and shit
Homie, I miss the way that you kiss and hold me
How you put it on me, never leave me lonely
Yeah I want it tonight, I want it all night
I want it from him, I wanna do it again
(Chorus)
(Tiffany)
You know I'm starin in the mirror just thinkin 'bout you
About the, things you say and things that you do
Like when we, on the phone or we, home alone
and ya, touch that spot that always, makes me moan
You got that energy baby Tiffany can't refuse
And I don't know how the hell I can live without ya
You make me happy when you leave little, notes around
And I know you sincere by the way that you sound
Like when I call ya in the mornin and you wake up and ya yawnin
but your baby's on the line, and it sounds like she's been cryin (cryin)
Then you arrive with your arms open wide
Uhh, that's how I know, everything's aight
And I love it when you kissin me, holdin and caressin me
Slowly undressin me and slidin ever so gently
Damn, I'm in love, and I'm head, over heels
for a man, that's a man, and knows how, I should feel - f'real
(Chorus)
(Steph Lova)
I'ma be honest y'all, check it
I never been in love before baby this is all new to me
It's - more than the sex, it's the little things you do for me
Like - he makes me laugh when I really wanna cry
And - he even helped a bitch stop gettin high
And - gave me the down payment on my first whip
Then I crashed it a week later; he ain't even trip
I said he like the way I lick my lips, and now he's sprung
And them other chicks is just too, dum-ditty dumb dumb
See, he's my number one fan, and I'm his co-D
We Mickey and Mallory, Beyonce and Jay-Z
+Crazy in Love+ in the back of the club
With the, Drama King and a couple of thugs
Here's a, toast to us; they wanna get, close to us
"ME AND MY BOYFRIEND!" Dangerous
From the "windows to the walls," my +Milkshake+ is +Magic+
We gon' +Do it Again+, cause baby gotta have it
(Chorus)