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Brooklyn's Finest, hailing from the Flatbush section is Logic whom many is said to have next! Finding the thin line between those who sell their soul to make hit records and can't return to the streets they claim and those who never sell more than gold and still live in the streets.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,119
Peak in subgenre #1,098
Author
Logic
Rights
2004
Uploaded
January 13, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
C.P.R.
Written By Logic
Intro Bridge
Freshes grab your Glocks if you feeling fresh
Freshettes grab your tits if you feeling fresh
If you came fresh like we came fresh
Get fresh get get get fresh
Verse 1
Chicks wanna sex stars on GSXR’s
They quicker to next y’all and get with the fresh squad
Don’t wanna test us we’ll tear your chest up
Dog we squeeze arms like we taking blood pressure
Ask yourself who spitting better than L
Not you not him and no one in heaven or hell
My spitting could kill but still gang I bang on blocks
With big guns turn your PJ’s to vacant lots
I’m not what your used to
Watch face full of stones like my wrist been staring at Medusa
Don’t like me so what your lady will
Cause the front of that wheel look like Baby’s grill
And your girl she don’t like to swallow
So now I pull out and leave her face looking like a Noxema model
But don’t get beside yourself
Or shoots will remove your spirit dog and have you beside yourself
Hook
If the party is wack give it C.P.R.
If the club is wack give it C.P.R.
If the DJ ain’t spinning Girls acting sididdy
Niggas is acting silly give it C.P.R. with me
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Verse 2
I got a wrist that’ll diss y’all all
Diamonds in the technomarine be looking like a disco ball
Game spit turn your neck and I’m gaming her up
You be at work while her morning breath baking my nuts
Got a man I don’t mind you with him
Soon as my dick out your mouth you not mine you with him
My team stars your man might mind you with them
Your man thug me too bitch try to get him
He a thug don’t really fit
Shoot him up til’ it look like his skin don’t really fit
Dude think he hot tell him to cool down
Him king of New York Stop I rule now
How he talk like that his dough stopping short
My money way above my knees like its (John)Stockton’s shorts
Put the heat to his head while I’m standing behind
And blow his brains in his mouth so he can speak his mind
Hook
If the party is wack give it C.P.R.
If the club is wack give it C.P.R.
If the DJ ain’t spinning Girls acting sididdy
Niggas is acting silly give it C.P.R. with me
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Verse 3
These rap dudes is straight
But any rapper better than L the nigga died before Y2K
They the type get knocked wanna sweat in the box
Cut a deal cause they scared start working with cops
They the type that’ll tell first
But my lips as tight as Fat Joe in one of Pharrel shirts
I put gats in they faces
I’m trying to wrap this steal around his teeth like I’m giving braces
They talk all big like they blades is spinning
Knowing their money all short like Asian women
My smile gets your girl heated and hotter
She gives me blows below the belt like cheating boxers
Look I get money and just add to stacks
And it won’t stop like New York cabs for blacks
Get the chrome get it shown get it thrown to his face
Let it blow to his dome ‘til he gone to his grave
Hook
If the party is wack give it C.P.R.
If the club is wack give it C.P.R.
If the DJ ain’t spinning Girls acting sididdy
Niggas is acting silly give it C.P.R. with me
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Hook
If the party is wack give it C.P.R.
If the club is wack give it C.P.R.
If the DJ ain’t spinning Girls acting sididdy
Niggas is acting silly give it C.P.R. with me
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
Clear (breath, breath, breath)
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