jam, so where we pop them scrams See I showed you on the champions how we get down So don't twist ya lips, I'm like Bobby Brown You got B2K on all your
to be crucified Media meddles, niggaz sue you, you settle Every step you take, they remind you you're ghetto So it's tough being Bobby Brown To be Bobby then, you have to be Bobby
know I'm payin my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin homage 'cause, you've paved the way for meeee, ye-yeah [Verse 4: Pusha
plus crazy cooler than vanilla I catch a slap five from my man, that's my mellow Unique style I speak be the goods that I petal I'm stoned blam, to the
flu I'll be good to you when you're bad Love you, love you baby Lay you down and save you I'm you super hero I'm a fan, I'm a fan And I would walk a million
gotta be a hit. You ready, Byrd? Get DOWN!! HEH!! Ain't it good to you. Ain't it good to you. Ain't it good to you. Hahaha! Heh! Lookie here. What
, as quick as I?m spotted these muthafuckas pussies are clotted, you get it you got it, you got me so the chicks be exotic, even my peoples up in boston say I
y'all are so good at lyin'/lion I thought Simba raised you Realize what I do to guys with lines The only Mac you got came Super Sized with fries Brand
hina that's down But you don't have to be brown If you wanna hang around All you gotta do is stay in check Cause if you're rubbin me right Then you can bet you'll
should clothes (Yea) I said I got on my good clothes (What?) You know i got on my good clothes Husky jeans, patent leather, I wore those I got on my
chaps got it good cuz I'm brown And not the other color so police think That have the authority to carryout inquiries I don't mind cuz I ain't the one
, "Where were you last Saturday? and don't lie, we got your fingerprints off the battery" don't make me have to bling you or see you in the street and doubleteam you
whoa I fuck Janet Ms. Jackson if ya nasty Ray J my nigga but I'll still fuck Brandy If I fuck ya daughter I'll be wit the family Down wit Quincy Jones
of boulders. Check out my donk it's dirty brown, I know it's dirty brown boi! [Chorus] That's what we on now! Yeah holler, I got 20 bucks and I don'
You gotta be down ho, like Bobby Brown and Whitney I'm not gorilla pimpin, but I keep them killas wit me Yo you for real nigga, think you can deal wit