Chris Brown – Poppin’ Remix ft Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana

Talented American singer, Chris Brown join efforts with Lil Wayne and Juelz Santana to create the remix of his song titled “Poppin'”.

This hypnotizing record is taken out of the extended version of his best selling album project dubbed “Chris Brown” Which he officially released on 29 November 2005.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.

DOWNLOAD Chris Brown Poppin’ (Remix) MP3

LYRICS

Chris Breezy

I see ya, daddy

 

Yeah, right off the bat, I’m a mack

We can get it poppin’, we can get it crackin’

And if your man is whack

And if he lack what I pack

Then I will make you lack him

Shorty, we can do what you wanna, how you wanna

Where you wanna, when you wanna, ask them

And my clip never droppin’

We can get it poppin’ like a MAC-10

Brrrr that, that, that on your back, back, back

I smack, smack, smack that

And I’m strapped with an automatic tongue

And it goes brrrr-a-da-da-da

Now who wanna get shot? Baby, I could tap that

Yup, I could tap that like the Rat Pack

I could lay back like a fat cat

But I’m a big dog on any track

Ah, and we got it pumpin’ e’ry night, e’ry night

When we did our tour thing

You know I had to tell them young niggas

When it come to the women, I just switch like a mood ring

But I’m rich, I’m high on the food chain

I’m hot, I smoke like two trains

I’m trained, I know how to do things

My thing hot like blue flame

Flame, the fireman put it out

She hot, the fireman put her out

All she gotta do is call up emergency

And I will be on my way to the house

Knock, knock? I know somebody home

Don’t leave me knockin’, baby

All you gotta do is bring that corn

And we can get it poppin’, baby

 

Say, say, say, s-say, say what your name is

Ooh yeah, that fits you, girl

Tell me where you headed

Can I walk with you, girl?

You got that look in your eyes

That look like you give your boy here a good ol’ time

And I’m on it, girl, that’s right I’m on it, girl

 

See this is the first time I had a girl whose looks set me on fire

I’m really tryna get to know you better, girl, you ain’t gotta act like you shy

‘Cause we gon’ do something, something is gon’ get done

And we gon’ get crunk and have a lot of fun and I say

 

Shawty, shawty

She wearing her hair, she working them jeans

She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it

She keep it on, man, popping

Shawty keep it on and popping

Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah

Shawty, shawty

The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot

Ain’t no mistaking, playing, or faking

You got me open and waiting, and popping

You keep me on, man, popping

Ooh, ooh

 

Uh, uh

Let me tell you

Yeah

 

I’m tryna keep my swagger but you ’bout to have me, girl

Jump through about four or five hoops of ooh baby

Let’s take it to the hood so the people can see you, girl

Oh yes, you mean and vicious the way you switching, now I say

 

See this is the first time I had a girl who looks set me on fire

I’m really tryna get to know you better girl, you ain’t gotta act like you shy

‘Cause we gon’ do something, something is gon’ get done

And we gon’ get crunk and have a lot of fun, ooh, ooh, ooh

 

Shawty, shawty

She wearing her hair, she working them jeans

She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it

She keep it on, man, popping

Shawty keep it on and popping

Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah

Shawty, shawty

The way you wearing that top, got your boy so hot

Ain’t no mistaking, playing, or faking

You got me open and waiting, and popping

You keep me on, man, popping

Ooh, ooh

 

Yeah, Dipset!

I’m Santana, ayy

How ya doin’, baby? Nice to meet ya

Wait, let me not mislead ya

First off, I’m about my dough and cheese

Just call me a slice of pizza

Yup, I’ll be your pizza guy

Deliver your pizza pie

I got a chauffeur named Woodrow

Car named Bentley

When I speak he drives

Shorty know how to work it like a model (Yeah)

She get it poppin’ like a cork on a bottle (Yeah)

Baby, if you was a car

I’d put your doors in the air like a Murcielago (Yeah)

I leave you on a higher note

Then when Mariah Carey hit her highest note

You get diagnosed with a higher dose

Of what you never had before, me

Plus I ain’t like them other guys that be cryin’ broke (Nope)

Whinin’ broke (Nope)

I’m about my bread, you heard what I said

Baby, I’m a loaf (Loaf)

Come let me school ya

Bring it here, let me be your tutor

We can go to Miami, ride down Collins, hop on that

Scooter

Next thing you know we be K-I-S-S-I-N-G

In the back of my Maserati

Then I drop you off before curfew time

The kind of guy I be

Oh, I’m so kind

Them other guys are not like me

So don’t pay them no mind (Nope)

Uh-uh!

 

Shawty, shawty

She wearing her hair, she working them jeans

She talking that talk just l-l-like I like it

She keep it on, man, popping

Shawty keep it on and popping

Ooh, ooh