come around, come around, come around, come around... [Verse 2: B-Real] We break it up, roll it up, light it up, smoke it up And pass it to the left
[Verse 1] I'm doper than a Bobby Brown piss test Bitches blow me till they ain't got no spit left Do it movin' cause slow niggaz get left Get left and
If its 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 shit I'
good that i wanna eat i think ur twisting me and i know u love this place so goo like birthday cake lets pu it down like Bobby Brown and ma man Baby
You Out", so I'm a do it The South gon' love it - chop it {SCREW IT} Slow it down, then bring it back up G-G-G U-NO! Nigga, it's Young Buck! [Verse 7
Before you score a touchdown, I'ma knock you out of bounds 17 rounds hold up now, watch me take your town over Can they mess with Cedric Sosa, is Bobby Brown
kick it with you everyday [ Ice-T ] Whether black or brown, the situation's the same Different hoods, but the same game Some girls won't take their time Others will stroll through our souls and find [ Bobby
in the pyrex mesurin' cup. Ricky Bobbys on the corner he's tearin' it up. If he don't slow down, he'll be wearin' a crutch. Ricky needs to take it to
hang round niggaz I know I sped it up on weed I slowed it down on snow Cause I seen somany niggaz fall off that blow One day they got it all and aint
novel, you Son, it's logical How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle Now my proposal, it's the global From California to courts, it
