[Bobby V] Can I get you in the bed? Lay your pretty body on that bed Girl I am gonna rub my fingers through your hair And I am gonna kiss you on your
me before my stupid metaphors, i don't use them anymore i'm in love, i'm falling in love and i'm at ease like a summer breeze and cut off shorts and
mothafuckas Would be shot I'm bout to go 51/50 got nobody with my stressed out like Whitney,bobby brown,weed,and whisky smoking newports no support by like to too Short
you in dog shit, look over you, hork spit Beef on Bobby block, right where his homeys walk Homey we make bodies drop, then skate like Tony Hawk Over short
blow ya face up with fifty shots Sharp darts, and it pop, pop like tarts Extreme speed [Incomprehensible] like anakin inside the pod Headed for the finish line, watch Bobby
shit Yo mama ain't shit and yo pussy ain't shit, bitch You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit, bitch Hey Bobby
But the years were young, the struggle barely had its start Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby? They're crying for you See the children in the morning light, Bobby
around the way girl (You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) Perm in your hair or even a curly weave With that New Edition Bobby Brown
Ah yeah huh American the beautiful huh yeah let me introduce y'all to the wildside Annie was a high school cheerleader Pom poms and bobby socks and no
get the Swishers, 2nd buy the liquor 3rd buy some of that sticky stick, most smokers call it sticker Can't forget the New ports, somethin' long not too short
(Koopsta Knicca) I gotta plan in command on your ass bitch This little short young niggas in them caskets You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed
the works. The things we were doing got me under the rugs. We're doin' the death drugs. How come Bobby Dilan and Louie Reed They're never seen in short
office win every year They come back with secrets and cheap souvenirs They beg her to go, they say you don't know what you're missing But her boyfriend, Bobby
's in rehab since Bobby od'd There's no one in the band now but Johnny and me We're playing at the Good Time Lounge, near the end of the road Bobby used
like a samurai Stronger than a maitai or a tsunama I mean tsunami I rock it from MTV, to the BBC Radioactive waves short out your TV LESB check it for
think i got eleven Now we all got love for the '63 Impala Ruby is the short one, claimin Guatemala Behind us in the Cougar and he's hoppin like a bunny Bobby
remind you I'm at the office, see ya (Where you at Rock, where you at) [Answering Machine:] Beep Where you at rock, where you at Bobby where are you