Lyrics:
through ya hood bumpin' Bobby Womack
Old school, new school nigga, don't move
I run up right behind your ass
Letting off the tool nigga, what?
When you
Marcy, so please don't taunt me
I spent some summer times in Canarsie
Me and Quan gettin' stopped and frisked by Hutch and Starsky
They was lookin' for
for you
In this interlude
Treat you right
Please don't be cruel
Can't tell a lie
Only stay true
I'm just too cold
I can't stand it
Really might just
to call me B-O-B-B-Y, B-O-B-B-Y
"Bobby", you called me "Bobby"
Oh, it used to sound so good, oh yeah
You don't know how much I miss you lady, yeah, yeah
If
that Paul and John,
See James had Two, while Womack had Facts of Life,
Brown said don't be Cruel, them Bobbys was Soul on Ice,
Some Mandrill or some
care how hard ya be
I just know you don't want a war with me
So don't fuck with me
[Bobby Brown]
Meet you overnight
Rest now that's tomorrow
My
Bobby wants a puppy dog for Christmas
I know you plan to bring electric trains
Bobby wants a puppy dog for Christmas
That's the only song we hear
[INTRO]
It's only illegal blood(??)
you know where it's out(??)
don't get angry
[CHORUS A]
I got the butcher knife to take your fuckin' life
I got
worked out
But even with that, you motherfuckers
You know, you under shipped me and shit
And that's what I'll say
I don't, I really wholeheartedly
me.
(No Way) And y'all don't want to zone me
(Want it your way) So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it
And whips I be whippin',
think no one can save you now
I look at Bobby bro I really hope I made you proud
damn
Yo we haven't eaten in days
we getting weaker by every
think I'm more than qualified to
Kill, kill, kill, just for the thrill
Little Bobby Hunter dead on a hill
No more confusion, Bobby, no more doubt
I just
child
Call his name, hear it echo for miles
Check my fouls, before you get wild, reconcile
Trust, I touch kids, but I'm no pedophile
The Superfly, I
I'm conscious and shit
Bitch ain't no time so I'm straight, throw them clothes down if you want some
If you ain't 'bout it then don't come, I know
make her get out here
Niggas know I don't fuck with no queer
I'm sipping Actavis you niggas sipping beer
They looking at me cuz I'm
Not from round here
Bobby boy, I want you
Can’t you tell, I need you
Off the air, I hate you
Next you know, I love you
Watchin’ Disney Channel
You’re one real hot mammal
Off
at a standstill
We ain't dropped in a minute, yeah
And that is not a coincidence
I learned to live with no regrets
Your girl lookin' like a 9
My girl lookin'
targets this last month, a blow out
They wanna know how I do it with no clout
They call me bobby, but this ain't Bobby bitch
This a 9 with extendo, no Tommy
ain't raised no fool
Sit back breathe slow
(Holy shit) There they go
Man they found us
I don't know how but they came around us
Fuck the police, no
can ... I can ... handle it.
Woman: Oh, no, Johnny, no...
[interlude]
Frankie: The cops are outside. Luke's in the car. Come on, let's get the hell
chastised, criticized, he don't make no sense
Brewton called him crazy, said Bobby Long was nothing but a drunk,
but all the thoughts in his head was way
honeys
Dro puffers, Remi sippers, V.I.P. real honeys
No dummies, takin no shit from a nigga that's full of shit honeys
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
This one a hit right here
(Bobby Boucher yeahhh)
They had no clue they were birthing a legend
I am way more then I know they imagine
Chasing my dreams
[Interlude]
Call all hip hop dot coms, The Source, the Vibe, XXL, Murder Dog
I'm not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, I gets paper, why'know?
When I do
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