Real Hip Hop sh*t lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Look, illest of the illest, I'm a sick soul
A little margarita blend, so I sip slow
Too talented type of n*gga, I'm kinda schizo
But never out of my element, I let that fifth go
Shots in the club, panic at the disco
She of that MDMA, that's from Frisco
Hella chips, call me Mister Nabisco
Is that your b*tch? 'Cause she won't let my go wrist go
My technique is to sex freaks
Skinnydip with hot models, b*tches, and lesbies
I'ma put my tongue on they soul like a ESPY
But they don't know they sc*m to my soul, they just sexy
I'ma play dumb, play that role in the SV, it's ridiculous
And can I get a girl with real ass and tits?
Most respect in the world to my real n*ggas
'Cause all them fake n*ggas make me wanna kill n*ggas
I stand alone, f*ck that gang bang sh*t
They Nintendo blowin' n*ggas 'cause this game ain't sh*t
Uh, it's relevant that I'm better than these veterans
They sleepin' on me like I been givin' them sedatives
Sometimes I wish I had better friends and better peers
'Cause I know when that cheddar ends, they disappear

[Interlude: Kevin McCall]
Damn, where they go?
Where they go? Where they go, huh?
[Verse 2: Kevin McCall]
See I'm doper than that sh*t Pookie was on in New Jack City
This is why I'm gettin' rich without tryin', I ain't like 50
'Cause what good is bein' rich if you dyin'? That sh*t is silly
Call the chain TLC, all the ice'll make you Chilli
I'm a pimp so you know I'm snatchin' your broad
I'm a real star, you Patrick from SpongeBob
L.A. my city to the streets, I'm Freeway Ricky
'Cause I keep the streets flooded with that crack music
I be sellin' CDs like them n*ggas push kilos
But I don't push weights unless it's plates in the weight room
Why you think I'm BUF? Blowin' Up Fast
Call me lead foot 'cause I be heavy on the gas
You would think I was a Spartan, three hundred on the dash
Either that or a martian in a space aircraft
'Cause when you see that whip that I have
You be like, "What the f*ck was that?"