(Written by Bobby Brown, Derek "DOA" Allen and Kenny Finnel)



Welcome

I know you guys are the heads of, you know, your own families, you know

But I brought a few friends and, you know, to let you guys know

When you step into my house would you please come with respect, if not

Then I'll have to have my man DOA



Drop it, yeah

Come on y'all

What'cha wanna do? Huh



Yeah, listen



Everybody wants to know what's goin' on in my life

But it's none of your business, everything's alright

It's not the kind of car I drive or clothes I wear, it's me

And I don't give a damn about it if you think I'm crazy



(It really doesn't matter what the folks may say) It really

(I just gotta live my life my way) And like I told you eight years ago:

It's still my prerogative, don't you know



(It's still my thang, and if you don't like the way that Bobby Brown swings)

(Stop calling out my name, 'cause it's still my thang)

(It's still my thang, and after eight years ain't a damn thing changed)

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



Listen

I can never be counted out, 'cause I started it all out

And you don't wanna test me, 'cause you know what I'm about

I'm still the king of the stage, put the crowd in a rampage

And it's all right, it's all right



(I've been 'round the world and then back again)

(Puttin' all my hope and trust in my so-called friends)

Uh huh, but they always seemed to let me down

But I'm still around



(It's still my thang, and if you don't like the way that Bobby Brown swings)

(Stop calling out my name, it's still my thang)

(It's still my thang, and after eight years ain't a damn thing changed)

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



(You never know what I'm gonna do)

(If you think that I'm gonna slip, you're a fool)

Hey yo, could you drop it for me please



Bring the drama, flip it back to the Brown bomber

Holla, holla, now who wanna test me?

Bittin' a style, can't none of y'all fade B

'Cause he's the baddest trendsetter ever, yeah

I got your back, the phonies gon' talk forever

Keep it true boo, I know what you've been through

By-pass the fake 'cause you know they ain't a friend to you

Taking no losses, remind them who the boss is



Alright baby

Hello, hello, hello again

Guess what? It's the Biggitty Brown in the back with a brand new funky track

What's up, kid? You want some NyQuil?

Or you're just mad 'cause your whole crew and you can't write yo



(You never know what I'm gonna do) You'll never know

(If you think that I'm gonna slip, you're a fool)



(It's still my thang, and if you don't like the way that Bobby Brown swings)

(Stop calling out my name, it's still my thang)

(It's still my thang, and after eight years ain't a damn thing 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, it's still my thang)



Listen y'all

Hey y'all, I ain't ????? nowhere, ain't goin' nowhere

I'm-a be here always, every day, all day

In your face with the bombshell(?)

Peace, B-Brown is definetely outta here for the minute

See ya, 'cause



(It's still my thang, and after eight years ain't a damn thing 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, it's still my thang)...