Songtexte:
Brown Boy So Radio

Oooh You know what's goin down So radio Finga delic Rock on Come on When I cry I need you by ma side To hold me through the night And make it all

u jus ain't gettin it [talking: Chris Brown] Let's go Nappy Boy (ey!)... and Pretty Boy (ey!...)[x2] Nappy boy and pretty boy Nappy-nappy nappy and pretty boy

's brittle when the bass rocks So I got a little somethin in the glovebox Long black hair with the white rag 40 cent Faygo in a brown bag Jump Steady, Rude Boy

me and you is like a nice dream livin' so classy, lookin so jazzy down for her daddy, your boy baby bashy im on some late night hype so I might not make

: Well, did you hear the good news ? There's gonna be some bad blues Somebody said they're playing all night long So go and fill your brown bag and

: (Ooh, Ohh) Here I stand before you - brown. Color of the mountains Colossal as the earth Wrapped so deliciously within my own joy and misery Feathers

all alone Gotta hit the gas 'cause I'm runnin' late, this New Jersey n the mornin' like a lunar landscape The boss don't dig me so he put me on the

the Ooh [RZA] We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bake cakes, hundred dollar bill holders We soldiers, boy, we soldiers Bighead, I thought I told ya We soldiers, boy

Brown Boy, rock on, uhh Finger Dally, rock, rock on, uhh Baby girl, rock, rock on, uhh Soul Radio (P-p-please don't go away) I don't want you to go Can