the style'll rearrange ya BZA-Bobby! I'm strikin' you like Beatlemania Yo, it must be Bobby Oh, no, it must be Bobby Yo, son, it must be Bobby BZA-buh, BZA-wha', BZA-Bobby
my nigga) Yo I speak to be heard (Digital) The truth shall set you free (Digital) (Set them niggas free God) You in a Chamber, in the Chamber (Bobby, Bobby, Bobby
shit, look at shorty over there Caramel deluxe type bitch, yo Ain't know she suck dick like that With those big fat lips and those hips like that She said "Bobby
"Bobby died of leukemia. He got it two years ago, but had such a strong body. He was always the best at sports that he kept biding it off. They gave
on rocky, How you gone stop me Shorty like "Papi", Crib like "Ozzy's" I'ma show you how to ball girl just watch me I'ma never quit like Whitney and Bobby
only Whiteys Tender, r n' b's Tenderomi My round the way, girl, now went down the block for me Wish she woulda told me, I'll be a [Incomprehensible] With Ronny, Bobby
yeah Lil' Tyrone tired of gettin' his ass whipped, so he holdin' that get down His momma think it's my fault, 'cause he listened to 'Back Down' Bobby
fans unless I'm feeling kinda cocky Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky I am Nicki Minaj or Lewinski Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six
chronic If it's fire I'm jumpin' on it and if it ain't, I'm bouncin' off it It ain't no profit comin' back, a big ole bag of Bobby Brown Soon as get that
carry a cold piece, and separate the heat Ain't scared of the motherfuckin' police Yo, yo, guns jammed up, I'm crammed up in my lab Six niggaz, six bitches
Six thirty in the morning, I'd just got to sleep I felt so tired didn't even count sheep I woke up with six policemen standing by the bed The voice of
got that Hydro? Who got that Light Green? Who got that Bobby Brown? Who got Bin Laden Weed? Who got that Hydro? Who got that Light Green? Who got that Bobby
Paul) See it was me, Lil Buck, and my nigga Lil Knife And some thug ass fool I never seen in my life We roll in Bobby's 'Lac with tha gold bones and
[Conversation]: Smash you grilla..... That's right, that's right A hundred and ninety-six million nine hundred and forty thousand square miles, on this
just chill man, pass the Cristal man. Niggaz is greedy man, damn. Big ass shits. Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in here man. Chill man. Bobby
don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em We're respected highly 'Cause you ain't gotta practice gymnastics to catch a body Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby
of me Six foot one, and dark and lovely And if they're sayin black is beautiful, it's true not phony I'm brown-er than bobby so won't you be my +tenderoni
love) 'cause you've got ONE lucky fella TWO love you true And I got THREE little words I'm sayin' with FOUR only you FIVE o'clock I call you and by SIX