Bob George

PrincePrince 

Follow 24 fans

Prince

Prince Rogers Nelson (born June 7, 1958 - found dead in his home April 21, 2016. He died of an accidental overdose of the drug fentanyl), was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota, United States. Known by his mononym Prince, he was an American singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist and actor. He produced ten platinum albums and thirty Top 40 singles during his career. He wrote several hundred songs plus produced and recorded his own music for his own music label. Prince had a wide vocal range and was known for his flamboyant stage presence and costumes. His releases sold over 100 million copies worldwide. He won seven Grammy Awards, a Golden Globe, and an Academy Award. He was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2004, the first year he was eligible. Ro… more »

Year:

2002

121 Views

Playlists:

#1

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer

Let me see ya dance

New coat, huh?
That's nice
Did you buy it?
Yeah, right
You seeing that bitch motherfucker again
You know who I'm talking about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don't try to play me for yesterday's fool
'Cause I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week
I'm sorry baby, that's the rules

I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker
And all you do is suck up food and heat
Say what, oh yeah?
For someone who can't stand no T.V. dinners
You sure eat enough of them motherfuckers
Who bought you that diamond ring?
Yeah, right
Since when did you have a job?
You seeing that rich motherfucker again
What's his name? Bob?
Bob, ain't that a bitch?
What's he do for a living?
Manage rock stars?
Who?
Prince, ain't that a bitch?
That skinny motherfucker with the high voice?
Please, who do I look like baby?
Yesterday's fool?
Don't you know I will kill you now?
You're fuckin' right, I gotta gun
You think I don't?
Then what's this?
Oh, you quiet now, uh-uh
Little?
Yeah, right
It might be little but it's loud

Yeah, right
Uh-uh

Now put that suitcase down
And go in there 
And put on that wig I bought you
No, no, no, no
The reddish-brown one
Bob, ain't that a bitch?
Oh
Gotcha 
Got ya

Hey Bob, if you're out there, let me see you dance
You said you was funky
C'mon
C'mon

Ain't that a bitch?
Bob

(Come out with your hands up)
I'll kick your ass (This is your last warning)
Think I won't?
(Oh no, the n*gger's got a laser)
(Let's get the hell out of here)

Is Mr. George home?
Hello, Mr. George? 
This is your conscience, motherfucker
Why don't you leave motherfuckers alone, what's wrong with you?
Well, why can't we just dance, why can't we just dance?
No, f*ck that, f*ck that
I don't talk about you, I don't talk about you
Wit' yo' little almond-shaped head ass
Who the f*ck do you think this is?
I'll kick your ass, twice

Bob, if you're out there
Let me see you dance
You said you were funky

C'mon
B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what'd it say
Same motherfuckin' shit

Turn it out 

Bob, ain't that a bitch?

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!