was bangin' Anita Baker sang while we were slangin' Doing our thing hangin' on corners With Roach that was enormous Big Butter was rappin', Dime had the tournaments Rodney was a flashy nigga, Prince
B. You made me so happy Now Lenny's got trousers And bobby's got the wig There's a lot of friendly people I'm not so sure about this Now little prince
ash tray, yeah The makin' of a mad band, intricate stories of DeVante Swing Ava Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes Prince
to Prince and pushin' everything about to pump it I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me I got Bobby
finished I'm charged up like Popeye and two cans of spinach Laid out in a beach in Venice Bitches all up in my grill like the dentist Talking "Bobby,
me and Monica knockin' da boots As Brandy too crew She like it wow from the back Getting her braids pulled while her ass get smacked Remember Fresh Prince
comes the era of the chocolate types Like your Bobby Brown, Aaron Hall and Wesley Snipes Including myself in the cipher the Big Daddy Kane is a part of it AKA, your prince
dipped, bounced, ghost, escaped, blazini, poof The Genie, disappear, niggaz out like they ain't seen me Killer Bee move with the speed of lamborghini Bobby
Peace God (Peace what up Bobby?) Yo, yo don't even call me Bobby no more, man (What I call you?) My name is Prince Rakeem (Today's Mathematics?) I see
We use Tai Chi to deflect off our enemy Five poisons from the clan, there's no remedy We dispell the smell of wickedness in our vicinity Bobby, the
mastery Should I put platrum plaques on my wall like a latin art gallery Ol'dirty should of fucked maria, my rap the barbed wire fences Ancestors egyptian princes
Styler Ine And all come inside Divine I'm listening to my man The Doo Doo Man On WRMS, I am outta here Yo what's up my name is Colonel Bobby I'm listening
Frank zappa (lead guitar) Ike willis (guitar, vocals) Ray white (guitar, lead vocals) Bobby martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals) Alan zavod (keyboards
! Ensemble: Stashed away in san quentim ate de mys'try potatoes Thing-fish: Told ya 'bout dem 'taters! Ensemble: Evil prince was inventin' now he talk
Killarmy (it's not safe no more nigga) Chorus: (2x) Yo I wanna see your war face Soldier where's your war face? Camouflaged inmates collapse war gates [9th prince
What, U out? Yeah U out? I'm out Mind if I join ya? Aren't U supposed 2 be up there singin'? Yeah Where's Prince? What do U mean "Where's Prince
, u out? Yeah U out? I'm out Mind if I join ya? Aren't u supposed 2 be up there singin'? Yeah Where's prince? What do u mean "where's prince
industry bitch] My dreams be crazy man Last night I fucked Whitney Houston [Dreams of fuckin' an industry bitch] And slapped the shit out of Bobby Brown