Trav selling yoppers Cap is selling mid by the motherfucking pound I don't want that shit you can have the Bobby Brown [Hook:] Ok the trap on smash,
my dear listen here? and this is what he cried On my feet I wear two shoes for dancing ?dancing to be free? my feet they?re paying tribute to the Bobby
around and he's gone. Didn't you love the things they stood for? Didn't they try to find some good in you and me? And we'll be free Someday soon it's
made to leave Bobbie's dreams are empty fables She makes herself believe To be free Sometimes she cried because of visions Of what she loved had all
all the fruits of life That I've tasted Never a clone on the microphone I got shit built up Cause I never felt loved at home And all alones how I spend my free
, i'll bring my partners along as Well, I thought i tought yall, to roll hard, fuck this industry, i told yall, it's roll call! Loc, lou, X, richtor, pak, bobby
do is clean my crib and clip the water leaves, Free relief is always offered from the great O.D. Standing seven feet tall my toupee huge tree, Is lovely
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize. Dloc, Saint vicious, DJ Bobby B, Pakelika. The bakers man. Bake me a cake as fast
wood grain glistenin Any amount we sippin, passion for thugs livin Free, fresh and out of prison Flexin that new edition Good grain gettin, shit and lovin the feelin Bobby
your soul and throw away your pride Afro Angel, sent from heaven above Never forget that you are loved You know that you are loved Lil Bobby got a gun
a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love and I never knew my papi Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin
hood And every time I do it I do it for yo hood And every time I do it I do it for they hood It's understood I do it for the hood The streets love jeezy and I love
every time I do it, I do it for yo hood And every time I do it, I do it for they hood It's understood, I do it for the hood The streets love Jeezy and I love
my dear listen here' and this is what he cried On my feet I wear two shoes for dancing 'dancing to be free' my feet they're paying tribute to the Bobby
Endlessly forever girl I adore the tender love you given to me Bridge Hope i never wake up from this love dream Because I'm in another world that so free
was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love and I never knew my papi" Back in the days of Bobby
and you do it bad I do it for you, honey baby, ain't you glad? Ohh oh, ohh, ooh Bobby, Bobby Hey there Mister D You set me free, yeah I don't believe
