You see lately, there's been a funny feelin' That won't stop botherring me Your tub is shakin' Erase it from my heart and mine But it just don't want
own [Chorus: B. Brown] Now I guess we're gon-na have to take control If it's up to us, we've got to take it home [B. Brown - singing] Now can't you
mean so much to me It should be plain to see that we... We have something in common It's the way we feel about each other When we're together [Verse
maybe get up on some hazey Then remote and faded baby, cause you niggas drive me crazy Still a lady when I'm escalated Faded with my peeps Bobby Brown
my rhymes Is never gonna happen 'cos there's no sellouts on mine But I vowed to get those motherfuckers one day They even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool
down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed Bobby Brown
?" Bobby Brown: "How you doin' Baby?" Girl: "How you doin?" Bobby Brown:" I'm Alright. I was thinking about comin over"" Girl: "Right Now?" Bobby Brown
again Happy days are here again Happy days are here again Aight y'all come on, yeah You are now listenin' to the sounds Of the mad Mob and Bobby Brown
MY PLACE (Written by Bobby Brown, Tim Kelley, and Bob Robinson) Tell me, would it be, baby Tell me, baby (Would it be outta place for you and I to get
you mean so much to me It should be plain to see that we... We have something in common It's the way we feel about each other When we're together Whitney
She's my only lady she's the other side of me when the world gets me down she's the only one i need She's my only lady she's the other side of me when
party It's a party, it's a party, it's a party Rolling on them leaves, you can do the lean Blowing on that loud purp, pass that Bobby Brown back The
Shady, old mix Back, second round's on me Kuniva, Cashis, Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater Obie Trice, what? *** didn't kill me Now a **** gon' get Peel my
beggin for the dick And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick I guess i was a combination of house of pain and bobby brown I was "humpin
' now, it ain't worth doin' at all I ain't bullshittin' wit y'all Your life is here and now No need to beat your brow These moments won't belong to you
'm on one check the clock and if these walls could talk mothafuckas Would be shot I'm bout to go 51/50 got nobody with my stressed out like Whitney,bobby brown
t an R&B singer No, she don't need 10 karats on her finger No, regular working girl East coast but she act like a Southern girl Bobby Brown, Petal lip
' brown chicken, brown cow (Ain't nobody watchin' but the) Brown chicken, brown cow (Ain't nobody watchin') Brown chicken, brown cow (Ain't nobody watchin' but) Brown
