is bobby brown And my name is bobby brown "hi-ho silver!" Way! And my name is bobby brown "hi-ho silver!" Oh, never mind... The
Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now; I'm goin' down, And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now; I'm goin' down
Vertaling: Zappa, Frank. Bobby Brown Goes Down.
be local till I signed with Jive Too $hort then went nationwide I went to Georgia with the Too $hort sound I went down like Bobby Brown I said a rap
huff and puff and blow our label down But our building's made out of bricks So you ain't taking out shit I dawg you just did a song with Bobby Brown So
Come here So, which one of these do you like This Lip Petal by Bobbi Brown and Hold on This is Veneer by M-A-C Which one do you like best? You know,
, Patron on my shirt And a zip ain't ****, I need a big bag, ya heard Gon' break it down, pass it all around I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
behind me Fresh out of college And bound to conquer the world Charlie went to Detroit Bobby had some exploits And me, I got married To a sweet brown
this ash tray, yeah The makin' of a mad band, intricate stories of DeVante Swing Ava Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes
Line them up, knock them down Keep them cocked, beats and vocals If you fuck with these locals catch ghost busters logo Channel Zero Separate suckers from heroes, recorded digital Bobby
s in the house with def squad On the funky fresh track with shadz of lingo Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin around And _humpin' around_ like bobby brown
in the house with Def Squad On the funky fresh track with Shadz of Lingo Mic check, one two, yo, you got my nerves jumpin' around And humpin' around like Bobby Brown
Dirty little tongues all covered with flies Dirty brown Floppin' around Puffed up 'n bloated When the sun goes down Frogs with dirty little nose Dirty
, oozin' life Someone's sneaking 'round the corner Could that someone be Mack the Knife From a tugboat, on the river going slow A cement bag is dropping on down
my freedom and bring you the best weed son See son, in the kingdom we got it down We smokin up the green shit money no Bobby Brown It's funny how we blaze