You see lately, there's been a funny feelin' That won't stop botherring me Your tub is shakin' Erase it from my heart and mine But it just don't want
own [Chorus: B. Brown] Now I guess we're gon-na have to take control If it's up to us, we've got to take it home [B. Brown - singing] Now can't you
mean so much to me It should be plain to see that we... We have something in common It's the way we feel about each other When we're together [Verse
party [Waka Flocka Flame] Rollin on them leaves, you can do the lean Blowing on that loud perp, pass that bobby brown back The hood got my fucking back
now, cryyyyy now"} [Bobby Creekwater] Yo, Obie, they gonna fuck with us this time nigga (B-G-O-V) Uh, Bobby Creek, nigga Laugh now, cry never, my beretta
. There was a Texas type with a, you know . . . rock, uh, Bobby, uh, "Blue" Bland type thing. And then there was the hard drive type James Brown shit.
[includes little quotes from Sunshine Of Your Love (Brown/Bruce/Clapton), Purple Haze (Hendrix), Light My Fire (The Doors) and Monday, Monday (Phillips
were both deep dudes The G. Rap came out with "I'll Street Blues" BDP took me all through school And Bobby Brown told us, "Don't Be Cruel" Krush Groove
I was talking to a cat the other night, He said what everybody is looking for, what everybody's looking for today, they're looking for ESCAPE-ISM.
a helicopter My words keep goin like a teleprompter I'm a asshole, wipe me down b-tch I get big checks, Nike Town b-tch Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown sh
(feat. Kuniva, Bobby Creekwater, Ca$his & Stat Quo) Shady Old mix Back nigga Second rounds on me Kuniva Cashis Stat quo Bobby Creekwater Obie
an R&B singer No, she don't need 10 karats on her finger No, regular working girl East coast but she act like a Southern girl Bobby Brown, Petal lip
my rhymes Is never gonna happen 'cos there's no sellouts on mine But I vowed to get those motherfuckers one day They even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool
down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed Bobby Brown
?" Bobby Brown: "How you doin' Baby?" Girl: "How you doin?" Bobby Brown:" I'm Alright. I was thinking about comin over"" Girl: "Right Now?" Bobby Brown
again Happy days are here again Happy days are here again Aight y'all come on, yeah You are now listenin' to the sounds Of the mad Mob and Bobby Brown
MY PLACE (Written by Bobby Brown, Tim Kelley, and Bob Robinson) Tell me, would it be, baby Tell me, baby (Would it be outta place for you and I to get
