I Can Transform Ya (feat. Swizz Beatz & Lil Wayne) - Chris Brown

Yo Swizz, that's what we doing? Weezy, what up? (Woo-wee) Why must you insist on being so motherfuckin' much? (woo) Like a motherfuckin' pussy to a dog, bitch? Hm-m Nah, dog (come on) Who let the dogs out? Who let the dogs out? I stretch your jaw out, who next to call out? Who left the call-out? (Uh) you catch the fall-out (yeah) You take the ball out, I get to ball out (come on) None of my dawgs could say I left my dawgs out (uh-huh) I never dog out, my fellow bloodhound (wow) I left it all out, y'all lettin' it all out (yeah) Go extra hard out, go ask your dog 'bout me Lil Tunechi baddest dog up in the dog house (uh) Keep a bad bitch walk around with my bone out (uh) She swallow puppies, you know we got PETA on the phone now (okay) I make her pussy rain cats and dogs, ooh, it's pourin' down (damn) Gave my dog a pound 'cause he hit me with a couple pounds (rrr) Tell your big dog I'll break him down to puppy chow (oh) Bow, I left your skull out I DM'd DMX and said they never X'd the dog out (Here we go, woof) let the dogs out (Here we go, woof) let the dogs out (Goddamn, woof, let it go) let the dogs out (Oh, woof, talk to me) let the dogs out (Talk to me, woof) let the dogs out (Talk to me, woof) let the dogs out Who let the dog out? They let the dog out Straight out the dog house, now get the fuck out What y'all niggas know about makin' a movie? Show 'em out Careful, what you're sayin' will get you punched in your mouth (come on) When it's time to roll out (uh), my niggas is goin' out (uh) Comin' with that hardware that y'all niggas don't know about Let off and blow 'em out, that's how we show 'em out (uh) Put a couple of bodies on them things then we throw 'em out Serious niggas spit serious shit (uh) When I hear y'all niggas spit, all I hear is a bitch When it's time to get active (ah), my niggas get into it I ain't sayin' you a sucker, I'm just sayin' don't do it (please) (woo) (Woof) let the dogs out (Here we go, woof) let the dogs out (Goddamn, woof, let it go) let the dogs out (Oh, woof, talk to me) let the dogs out (Talk to me, woof) let the dogs out (Bounce with me, woof) let the dogs out (Goddamn, woof) let the dogs out (Oh, woof, let it go) let the dogs out Huh, huh (come on), huh, huh Huh, huh, rrr Woof (ayy), woof (ayy) Woof (ayy), woof (what?) Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh, huh (what?) Huh, huh, huh, huh Huh, huh, huh (that just happened)

Let's pray for the people we just lost (yeah) Goddammit! Say... Woo! Woah Oh! Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side Mr. Always High, but nigga, you can call me "Slime" Drippin' Evian, Fiji, I'm a water slide Pockets fatter than a greedy nigga on a diet Nina on my side, but she say you can call her "Nine" Divas on my side, so many they could form a line Strippers on my side and I got 'em performin' live Hot girl in the bed and she prefer the warmer side Pistol on my side, I'm talkin' 'bout the Army kind Cita, that's my moms, only had her in father time Pistol on my side, you don't wanna hear it harmonize Numbers don't lie, the Number One Stun- never mind Tunechi in this bitch, eyes lookin' like Konichiwa Swizzy on the beat, I'ma beat it like policia Burr, burr, burr, man the Uzi needs speech lessons Pistol in my briefs, you don't wanna get this brief message Here we go, here we go Oh, oh, y'all think it's a game (yeah) Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side Pistol on my side, talkin' 'bout the Army kind Pistol on my side, leave a nigga on his side Swizzy on the beat, I beat your ass it like policia Tunechi in this bitch, eyes looking like Konichiwa Pistol on my side, you don't want that thing to scream at ya Laughin' when you die, boy, my pistol a comedian (brr) Pistol on my side, now he lyin' like the media Clips longer than encyclopedias, you're readin' 'em Double barrel, long barrel, short barrel, medium (brr) We ain't hittin' licks, we beatin' 'em and repeatin' 'em Sugar in the coffee, sugar in the Morphine Sugar sweet codeine, it ain't purple, then I'm barfing Gang ride or die, like we sittin' on Harley's (skrt) Let the thing talk like it's sittin' on Maury (burr) Good, good, too good, in my doobie, I can't be stressin' Ugh, ugh, ugh, that bitch moody, you may leave a message Plll-plll-plll to his chest, give him three presses Pistol in my briefs, you don't wanna get this brief message Here we go! Weezy! Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job Pistol on my side, trigger finger on the job

Look I be ridin' threw my old hood, But I'm in my new whip. Same old attitude, but I'm on that new shit. They say they gon' rob me, see me neva do shit. Cause they know that's the reason that's gone end up on a news clip. Audemar on my wrist... BUSTDOWN! We poppin' bottles like I scored the winnin' touchdown. Memba meek dead broke? Look at me up now. I run my city from south philly back to uptown. Thank God all these bottles I popped, All this paper I been gettin', All these models I popped. I done sold 100, 000 before my album got drop'd. And I'm only 23, I'm the shit now look at me, look at me. I'm a boss like my nigga Rozay. Shawty ask'd me for a check, I told that bitch like "no way! " Cause I made it from the bottom, it was neva no way. And I neva had a job, you know I had to sell YAAAAY! Bitch I'm a BOSS! I call the shots. I'm with the murder team, Call the cops. We in the building, Ya'll are not. You short on the paper, you gone ball or not?... Bitch, I'm a BOSS! I plan the shots I call the cost We in the bitch', It's goin' downnnnnn. Yeaa I'm the king, Now where my mu'fuckin' crown? Bitch I'm a BOSS! I plan the shots I call the cost Got so many shades, they thought I had a lazy eye. Shorty rode me smooth as my mercedes ride. No love, cry when only babies die. And when I go that casket, better cost a hundred thou. I pray to God I look my killer in his eyes. Snatch his soul up out his shirt, let's take him for that ride. O.g. is one who standin' on his own feet. A boss is one who guarantee we gone eat. Fuck a blog dawg cause one day we gone meet. I'm a spazz on yo' ass like I'm on E! Or a double stack, better nigga, double that. Jerry jones money nigga, you a runnin' back. Hershall walker, bo jack, ricky waters, Better run that dope back. BOSS! And I put that on my maybach. Fo' hundred thou, bitch you wish you saved that... Bitch, I'm a BOSS! I play the shots I call the cost We in the bitch', It's goin' downnnnnn. Yeaa I'm the king, Now where my mu'fuckin' crown? Bitch I'm a BOSS! I plan the shots I call the cost Couple cars I don't neva drive, Bikes I don't neva ride, Crib I ain't neva been, Pool I don't neva swim, Fool you ain't better than, I move like the president. Err'thang black on black, you know I be strappin' that. Ratt'n ass niggas walkin' round wearin' wires. Fuckin' up the game, got the hood on fire. Bitch I'm a king, call me sire. If you say I "don't run my city", You a mu'fuckin' liar... I'm a BOSS! You a fraud. You cross the line, I get you murdered for a cost. Out in Vegas, I twist them laws. At the fight we watchin' Floyd, we on the floor. YEAH! Scared money don't make no money, If I eva go broke, I'm a take yo' money, I ain't neva dropped a dime, You ain't take nun from me, In the hood err'day, Bitch I'm good, what I say?... Bitch I'm a BOSS! Bitch, I'm a BOSS! I plan the shots I call the cost We in the bitch', It's goin' down. Yeaa I'm the king, Now where my mu'fuckin' crown? Bitch I'm a BOSS! I plan the shots I call the cost

You got me feeling like i aint winning, Ima starting from the beginning, Like go forest go forest, I make so much fucking money yea there go forest, These rims aint for sale bitch, This whip aint for sale bitch, And these cubans aint for sale bitch, I been on the fucking boat like a sale bitch, 500 feet on the fucking water, 10 fucking carrots for my baby daughter, You come thourgh, Boy place your order, I got some niggas that'll meet you at the fucking boarder, () I got my hoodie and my mask on, I got my gun and my blast on, (Jadakiss) Im just one of the five, Im just one with the vibes, Evil niggas is jealous, So they just want you to die, They ain't want you to rise, They just want you demise, So i be crossing my T's, And i be dotting my i's, You on the opposite side, Shots gonna fly, Best part about it i just stay right up in yonkers and hide,

Yeah, huh, okay No 'tune right? Turn my voice up Yeah Say less Tired of all the fake shit, tired of all the bullshit (yeah, Smurk, let's get it) Tired of all these niggas talkin' 'bout they gon' do shit Tired of all these niggas ready to squash shit You got a problem with me, I ain't squashin' shit Say less, say less, say less, say less Say less, say less, say less, say less, yeah, yeah (You know what the fuck goin' on, man, Smurk, I'm with the 'Za, nigga, haha) I ain't squashin' shit, Jay Z can tell me, "Do it," I'ma tell him, "No" (man, what?) OGs get on the blogs, act like they killers, most them niggas hoes (rat) Trenches, I'm like Drake, but I can't cap, that nigga baby Hov (yeah) I grew up a screw up, got to heat the crib up with the stove (yeah) 15 roaches crawled up on my face, DeDe probably trolled (man, he probably trolled) I get a Grammy, I'm on stage with killers how I be at shows (grrah) No gimmick, I told Pooh he just like Kendrick with a Shiesty flow (yeah) I used to look up to them hood legends, some mices though (man, what?) Say less, I had to shop at Payless, for lawyers you can't pay less I can swipe off lawyers and for choppers with my Apex (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) "Durk ain't from the trenches," who the fuck can really say that? (Who the fuck can really say that, nigga?) "Durk ain't for his niggas," who the fuck can really say that? (Who the fuck can really say that?) Say less (pussy), say less, say less, nigga, say less Say less, nigga, say less, say less, nigga Man, what? (Ayy) Huh? I ain't gotta talk about it, now I got it, look Niggas stylist, get they style from me, I promise ya I don't want the bitch if she don't do it sloppy, yeah We not hittin' it, barbarians, the bed was rocky, her head was sloppy The fans on my body 'cause my Cuban link so ocky, look Hermès for Christmas, even if it ain't no holiday, I sled For breakfast she gon' eat me up and swallow me, I'm like, "Yeah" My ex bitch don't like me, but she still follow me 'cause I'm lit And my enemies shootin' in the air, like Hail Mary we blitz Look, uh-uh, hmm, uh, uh, uh After all that I did Sorry, baby, I don't wanna find no love in Starless Ratchet, ratchet on me, ratchet right on my hip Pass it to the broski, he gon' empty the clips Like Tracy McGrady, I'ma keep one up in my shit Let it off like the Navy, all my niggas ain't with nothin' Let's go, me and Durkio, you know we, we wildin' Word to mommy, Monte got booked for servin' nine Gs Spin the block, sendin' shots, so much shots hit his body You gon' think a nigga got the monkeypox Ooh, don't diss, honest nigga, it's a warzone outside Movin' like Little Red Robin, hoodie on all the time, look Tired of all the fake shit, tired of all the bullshit Tired of all these niggas talkin' 'bout they gon' do shit Tired of all these niggas ready to squash shit You got a problem with me, I ain't squashin' shit Say less, say less, say less, say less, nigga Say less, say less, nigga, say less, say less, nigga Man, what?