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Bobby Brown (feat. Clutch, Mic Holden & Definite)

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Bobby Brown (feat. Clutch, Mic Holden & Definite) - Blu Lyrics








[Intro]

Tell me what have I done

To cause you grieving, baby



[Verse 1: Blu]

400 barbells ain't heavy as these

I play my tape on them niggas, make heaven for G's

Uh seven seas, we deeper with one speaker to run

Your nuns either we done, we [?] from the bleachers

You can see us we center in the arenas we winners

Your bench? Need to suspend em throughout the season

We [?]. gold boss you lost, stop competing we large

We go hard seven days, you a weekend nigga uh

Trying to link with niggas, trying to buy links with niggas uh

Eat a link 'fore your teeth be in the sink nigga

Niggas in sync like N-sync, with niggas, niggas

Get your shit back in pocket, need a brinks, need a sweet

Batch of beats and a million to compete

From the west, need a bulletproof vest on the beach

Bobby Brown



[Verse 2 Clutch]

I used to like Madonna, now I like Fiona

Swimming in Vienna, screaming Beni-Hana

Not your kemo-sabe, know the Dalai Lama

Sipping on Saki, chilling with your mama

Growing marijuana, yes I am a farmer

Breeding all these strains then I push it on the corner

Uh the lonely stoner, put you in a coma

Jim told me homie owe me 40 in the morning

Pouring out a little liquor [?] for my dead folk

Slice it with a sickle it's similar to the pen stroke

I been broke but I make it [?] so let's go

Trench coat all up in your end zone 10 strong

Jumping on your chest til your head blown up

Clutch keep your mouth sewn shut

Bobby Brown



[Verse 3 Mic Holden]

I've been known to clown around, hang around underground spitters

It's time y'all keep an eye on the kid like babysitters

Oh, the major league heavy hitters; grand slamming

Look I was getting bored with this game; backgammon

I'm back blam-blamming, they keep pulling me back in

Oh, Inglewood's finest minus the mac-10, No

All I need is my mind I'm fine I'ma clap [?]

Toss him inside a coffin, talking like they want action

Nah, they don't want it, what for?

It sucks for, rappers after us 4 we bust raw

Rocking for heads like Mt. Rushmore, that's what all the fuss for

Heavy on the track, train niggas how to rap

Get it? Nah they won't get it til they wig splitted, dummies

Walking round rocking that Gumby

Bobby Brown



[Verse 4 Definite Mass]

All beef disintegrates when we create the masterpiece

Fire up competition like digits to blast the heat

Cause in my presence y'all peasants and I'm your majesty

Y'all court jesters of this industry it's sad to see

I lay my game down cause shit just ain't the same now

Refuse to be devoured got soul power like James Brown

Mad cause I came round, rocked spots in your same town

After we hit the stage, no one recalls your name now

The world's my playground, economy's in recess

The policy is respect, we clowning all the rejects

If this shit was a game then you'd probably press the reset

Schooling on this console and I ain't reach my peak yet

Yeah I hear talking but all I'm hearing is weak threats

I can't take all the credit cause y'all niggas in deep debt

Bobby



[Outro]

Tell me what have I done

To cause you grieving

And make you wanna leave me this way



Bobby Brown (feat. Clutch, Mic Holden & Definite) lyrics !!!