me and Bobby and Bobby's brother Wildest kids you could see We would play together Climbing the apple tree Yes, there was me and Bobby and Bobby's brother
me and Bobby and Bobby's brother Wildest kids you could see We would play together Climbing the apple tree Yes there was me and Bobby and Bobby's brother
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was me and Bobby and Bobby's brother Wildest kids you could see We would play together Climbing the apple tree Yes there was me and Bobby and Bobby's brother
Wait a minute Girl, let me tell you what you got to do T.C.B. so mellow, and nobody can get through And when he asks you do you love him, smile and
I got a friend in you Hey, and I'll be there} {And did you know Bobby? A friend sticks closer than a brother Ya Debby, and that's what I call it, a true
DOA, bring it to me, baby Well, well, well Listen to me, baby I Bright and early Sunday morning I go to church and thank the Lord for another day And
used to hustle drugs with a crew I was young and green and hungry, what's a nigga to do? We used to smoke weed on the roof and let the ions loose Lost
to win but then begin to sin we're in to win with Hen's and Heineken's Beast for each and greet the meek with speech to seek and peak cause Pete, shit
live The fellas nod and the chicks dance While I'm coolin' in my jumpers and my big pants I'm as dope as PCP, MC's see me and start having flashbacks
't weigh me down at all He ain't heavy, he's my brother He ain't heavy, he's my brother He ain't heavy. He's my brother
't tell me shit when I was hungry and thirsty Have a nigga way out his religion ya heard me I guess it's punishment to who and never was worthy Every
East St. Louis Detroit, it's like Oakland It's a black thing, and I'm a black man To all my brothers in the U.S.A. Too $hort baby don't even play Woofers
and hopin' **** waitin' on me Take the first shot then, the second round's on me And when the wars on the other side, me and my brother ride I don't
floor and me hittin' the *** Suckin' on the ***, had the hooker beggin' for the *** And your moms ain't ugly love, my *** got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby
the garage and polished up the chrome* Our gypsy biker coming home Sister Mary sits with your colors, but Johnny's drunk and gone This old town's been