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It's Still My Thang

Bobby Brown

Forever

1997

changed
Why should I be ashamed?
It's still my thang

It's still my thang and if you don't
Like the way that Bobby Brown swings
Stop calling out my name

a coupe
No one's seeing doves, fly way out of view Don't give up, it's too soon, drive by to drive-thru

Goddamn, Bobby
Goddamn, Bobby
Goddamn, Bobby You

yet, ya best get baked
I am one valiant son of a bitch
But ya gotta be if you're gonna run with this clique
Hit the lottery if you're gonna run with us

rewind
Get with the times!
But they gone, at least they is now
Bobby boy, I want you
Can’t you tell, I need you
Off the air, I hate you
Next you know, I

the game you can't get hired 
Heaven on my chest the gates are open I am higher 
Burry success with me so when I'm gone I'm not pieced apart 
I got these

broad day
Like he fit the description
Pure disrespect, while you rappin'
I don't really be listenin'
Ya bitch want somethin' dark in her
I swear that

nigga slippin', I'ma shut him down
Let my homies separate his body, call that Seven Pounds
Better cool out, I'm nice with the hands
You keep talking

don't care

I don't care what you say
(I don't care what you say)
We never played by the same rules anyway
(yeah)

I won't be there anymore, get out of my

I miss you 
I want to be with you
I love you
I miss you
I want to be with you

Oh Bobby Streets
Oh Bobby Streets
Oh Bobby Streets
Oh Bobby Streets
Oh

I don't want to be 'round, when Bobby comes down, you know how that can be, yeah you know better than me. I don't want to be here, when Bobby gets

the line drawn
Tommy is pissed but Bobby caves his chest
What the fuck, I warned you my nigga, he's twisting in the wind, we gotta find him
Now the streets

Kristina

Never ever will I change my ways
Closer to the bag with every little step I take
I'm a, what, I'ma do my Bobby Brown
What, what, I'ma do my Bobby

on to that wobbly wheel
(Hold on that wobbly wheel ohh)

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I told em before you go to pack a Jimmy
With a Jammy, cause who you like is

Bobby, honey

You know, no one
Wants you to be happy
More than I do
No one, but
Isn't she a little bit, well
You know?

You know
No one wants you

I can spit just what you want
I can spit just what you need
Knowledge over greed
Get it in with Bobby Gore
Rock on a beat by his seed
Let me proceed

a b**** ain't a swell farewell

Go towards bobby get the gun from his left hand

take these n***** out I don't think that's the best plan

you can still

I'm 'posed to win? they
Got me fightin' ghosts
Same sword they knight you they
Gon' good night you with
Sh, Thats' only half if they like you
That ain't

The Grunge

RZA

The Birth of a Prince

2003

toxi' off the grey goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
Ya'll bitches want beef, son, you got it
Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob Diz-noc
Plex on the K.B

I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's

Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more

with peons, they ass no debate (Debate)
Car so fast her head poppin right off (Grahh-grahh)
This beam had to blast I told you it's long
Give me the aux,

Get rich or die trying, got me feeling like I'm 50
Bitch, we got it all, you want that Bobby or that Whitney
Bitch, I'm riding with my blicky, you

Afro Angel

Will Smith

Willennium

1999

and misery 

Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind 

Here I stand before you, the color of the night 

Frozen by the potential of me

Alive 'cause I'm living
Fuck workin' with what you've been given
I knew I always wanted more like The Roots in nine-five
And I'll be sure to do more

with the mask on got my drac and my machete
Get creative with my kills everything around me is a weapon
I don't even need to be toting no fucking Smith