Clutch (band) - Bobby Brown 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 n***as, 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 n***a uh Trying to link with n***as, trying to buy links with n***as uh Eat a link 'fore your teeth be in the sink n***a n***as in sync like N-sync, with n***as, n***as Get your sh** 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 s**s 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 n***as 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 Ma**] 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 sh** 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 sh** 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 n***as in deep debt Bobby [Outro] Tell me what have I done To cause you grieving And make you wanna leave me this way