Lyrics:
no expiration date on the batteries
Look, I've never been a hater
It's never been in my nature
But, listen, let me hook you up 'cause
B.O.B
call me Julius
Y'all take shots, I direct: movie shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas starting conversations just so they can
don't impress me Dobalina
The style of dress is not the key Dobalina
It's all in the mind and the heart, so you should start
By remembering ya gotta
don't impress me Dobalina
The style of dress is not the key Dobalina
It's all in the mind and the heart, so you should start
By remembering ya gotta
on the track
So say what you like, you just givin' me gas
So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back
So I'ma
[Chorus - B.o.B]
Make a lot of money
(Make
box, that they all listened to
The last words that were spoken were, "What would Bob do?"
What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
What would Bob do? What
( I know that )
But pardon all my soul , that’s s all I please you ( that’s all I ask )
Cuz I kept
[HOOK ]
Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’ Bob
hand and foot, led him up through Carlisle town
All the lads along the way cried "Hughie Graeme, you shall hang"
"Loose my right arm free," he said,
Bombs over Baghdad (uh, yeah)
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (y'all heard me, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you
Bombs over Baghdad (uh, yeah)
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (y'all heard me, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you
Bombs over Baghdad (uh, yeah)
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (y'all heard me, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you
that's what I said, this is my miss-ion
I'm dickin' 'em down and all around, to make the head bob
So bend your neck, give nuff respect to me, dance
something
Bombs over Baghdad (uh, yeah)
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (y'all heard me, yeah)
Don't even bang unless
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets
By the seams of they jeans
CREAM get the money
And run it to the hills y'all
you feel this
And this the real
Bob your head bob your head if you feel this
My mind stay on currency, sharp like cutlery
Try to run with me and pull
They sho' is blinded by the light!
(Crazy!)
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
Bob
Side!
When I pull out the chopper 100 round drum, all hollow
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow,
up all night
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He's on my mind, he's always right
Bob-Bobby Stevens
I was blinded by your light
Bob-Bobby Stevens
Let me take you home
Lyte]
We jammin' on the for the daughters and sons
The struggle is not over until the battle is won
Hip-Hop is life but it ain't all to me
Now where
sleeping all the while I was busy at Carlisle
Where I met the stationmaster with elation
They might see me at Dumfries if I summoned the police
If there was
from work
She saw 'em coppin' pork, shoppin'
Poppin' corks
One night he walked in the door with a snort
"Give me food, Jen, then let me watch sports
I
This goes out to my motherfucking smokers where all my motherfucking smokers at man Flame shyt yeah we got Motherfucking Bomb Bay in the building we
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