Bunkin' (feat. Jay 305 & T.I.) - Chris Brown

Ain't no way in hell I can sit back I see these lil' niggas on the drip jack Forgiatto clique, we don't like you niggas Paparazzi here, taking lots of pictures Broke boy, broke boy, gotta try harder Diamonds on my chain, boy this real water I might blow your spot up like Osama In Leimert Park, I call Dom up Be careful where you at, that's a jack, boy Louis 13th with the pack, boy Niggas try to block me like a goalie I'm drivin' like I never heard of police Lately I been really into cooler shit Hit-Boy got the crib with the pool and shit I shouldn't have to break down the law Never tell them boys, what you saw Ooh, Jay 305, ooh, make room (skrt) I'm doin' a 100 damn Crenshaw, thank you Prada on the pedal, what that thang do? Westside money, come and pay dues! Fuck peace, mother fuck the police Last five years gettin' no sleep Bang, bang, I told you niggas I don't really fuck with you niggas Last time I checked y'all was dick ridin' What's wrong with you niggas? No, who raised you? Sons, I made you Headshots on headshots Had 'em spinnin' out like maple If they pull us over, put this in your bra No sir, you can't search my car I'm above the law Bitch, I don't talk to y'all Bitch I shouldn't have to break down the law Never tell 'em boys, what you saw Niggas tryna block me like a goalie I'm drivin' like I never heard of police