Bobby Brown lyrics

[Intro]
First floor
Yeah (Yeah)
Ayy (Ayy)
Yeah (Yeah)
Oyy (Oyy)
Look (Look)
(Whatchu say?)

[Chorus]
I need a half gallon of Hen
While I’m rolling ‘round
Maxed up, stocking down
n*ggas hating on me now
If you think you better than me, make some noise
Not a sound
Rocking gold, poppin’ hoes
I just know I’m Bobby Brown (Hit it)
Bobby Brown, go on, hold it down
If I go to jail tonight, tell my b*tch to hold it down (Ah)
Hold it down (Hold it), tell ‘em hold it down
If I go to jail tonight, just tell my n*ggas hold it down (Hit it)

[Verse 1]
n*ggas jumped out of Range Rovers (Uh)
Light skinned hoes came over (Uh)
Threw the pus*y at me so fast (Phew)
b*tch blew out her shoulder (You stupid)
One thing I can’t stand (Is what?)
Is new n*ggas acting like they know us (Aight)
And the only thing I’m scared of (Is what?)
Is a b*tch coming in with a stroller (Woo)
Think I’m acting funny? Just wait until I blow up
1.5, I ain’t going no lower
Tell the shotguns to pop that pus*y
Tell them pus*y n*ggas, pay us what they owe us (Hit it)
I was out here, just sold weed, but I look like done I sold a brick
If a n*gga go to jail tonight, it’s probably ‘cause done I stole a b*tch
Evidence all on her ass, caught me red handed, then showed the prints
Said they got it on tape too, hope her man don't get a hold of this
n*gga my hood is full of loose cannons, that’s loose cannons with a load of clips
f*ck around and get [?], rest in peace to Soulja Slim
[Chorus]
(Look)
I need a half gallon of Hen
While I’m rolling ‘round
Maxed up, stocking down
n*ggas hating on me now
If you think you better than me, make some noise
Not a sound
Rocking gold, poppin’ hoes
I just know I’m Bobby Brown (Hit it)
Bobby Brown, go on, hold it down
If I go to jail tonight, tell my b*tch to hold it down (Ah)
Hold it down (Hold it), tell ‘em hold it down
If I go to jail tonight, just tell my n*ggas hold it down (Hit it)

[Verse 2]
Young n*gga out here workin’ (I’m workin’)
These n*ggas out here hatin’ (They hatin’)
I don’t pay ‘em no mind (No mind)
Mama out here still slaving (She’s workin’)
These n*ggas let me starve (Starve)
[?]
Now it’s funny how you get that sh*t
Not from sitting ‘round, waiting
That’s right now, I’m doing n*ggas dirty
Next year verse gon’ go for like 30
n*ggas talking down, I really ain’t worried
Young boy still heating up like Curry (Uh)
Young n*gga ball so hard (So hard)
They gon’ have to hang up my jersey (My jersey)
But now when I’m going to the game
I ain’t counting on more, I’m worthy
n*ggas said they like the way I switched the flow up
And then I, slow it, down
She said: “Homeboy don’t beat it up like this”
But it can you show ‘em how
Man, I started messing ‘round with some [?] hoes
You know how word get’s around
And if I wanted to hit the [?] I just roll through the hood
And I roll up, window down (Woo)
My whip is black like Don Cheadle
Roll around with a dumb diva
Every time she with me, her boyfriend got no idea
She like the fact that I’m 6′5″
She made dresses out of my wife beaters
But if I ask you: “[?]”
You better not say it’s mine either
[Chorus]
I need a half gallon of Hen (Aiiiii)
While I’m rolling ‘round
Maxed up, stocking down
n*ggas hating on me now (Ayy)
If you think you better than me, make some noise
Not a sound
Rocking gold, poppin’ hoes
I just know I’m Bobby Brown (Hit it)
Bobby Brown, go on, hold it down
If I go to jail tonight, tell my b*tch to hold it down (Ah)
Hold it down (Hold it), tell ‘em hold it down
If I go to jail tonight, just tell my n*ggas hold it down (Hit it)