[Verse 1] Me and C. Brown prowl Belize Lookin' for three brown breezies in the crowd, eating gouda cheese One of the gals gave the kid mad cow disease Now my knees powerless, my fever's a thousand degrees We're not allowed to sneeze, it arouses bees So let's smoke a pound of trees cause the weed Has been clinically proven to drown a disease Yo it was me, Chris Brown, Lisa Raye, and my pal Louise Getting blowed in the Panama Canal, please Keep it down or police will surround these And take the keys to the 'pala and impound Howard's Eddie Bauer power skis and my flower beads Now to appease one of these three teases That I found at the start of this verse, powder these... nuts And since I'm well-endowed, squeezed On the whole ham, this is what she told Dan, brougham
[Chorus] I love you for so many reasons Which means Love you with the freshness of a Love you with the freshness of a
[Verse 2] I wasn't raised wrong, I got off the path Terrorizing my class in a Mothra mask At 17 I was pissin' off my dad And stuck a gay porn mag in his Kaufmann bag My mama found it and she tossed his ass Out of the house, threw spaghetti sauce across his back And attacked him with a moss-colored faucet rack He started coughin', gagged and he lost his grasp On my mom's apron, she starts spacin' She gave him more kicks than those found in Lebron's basement More fist-to-nose than Henry Clark gave Sonny Liston With blows, she laid him on pavement Mama maimed him, tamed him, proclaimed him dead 'Til I ran up and admitted that I framed him They both laughed and they said "Oh Danny! You and your pranks, that's why you're our favorite in the family"
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Copy to Clipboard: [Verse 1] Me and C. Brown prowl Belize Lookin' for three brown breezies in the crowd, eating gouda cheese One of the gals gave the kid mad cow disease Now my knees powerless, my fever's a thousand degrees We're not allowed to sneeze, it arouses bees So let's smoke a pound of trees cause the weed Has been clinically proven to drown a disease Yo it was me, Chris Brown, Lisa Raye, and my pal Louise Getting blowed in the Panama Canal, please Keep it down or police will surround these And take the keys to the 'pala and impound Howard's Eddie Bauer power skis and my flower beads Now to appease one of these three teases That I found at the start of this verse, powder these... nuts And since I'm well-endowed, squeezed On the whole ham, this is what she told Dan, brougham
[Chorus] I love you for so many reasons Which means Love you with the freshness of a Love you with the freshness of a
[Verse 2] I wasn't raised wrong, I got off the path Terrorizing my class in a Mothra mask At 17 I was pissin' off my dad And stuck a gay porn mag in his Kaufmann bag My mama found it and she tossed his ass Out of the house, threw spaghetti sauce across his back And attacked him with a moss-colored faucet rack He started coughin', gagged and he lost his grasp On my mom's apron, she starts spacin' She gave him more kicks than those found in Lebron's basement More fist-to-nose than Henry Clark gave Sonny Liston With blows, she laid him on pavement Mama maimed him, tamed him, proclaimed him dead 'Til I ran up and admitted that I framed him They both laughed and they said "Oh Danny! You and your pranks, that's why you're our favorite in the family"
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