Lyrics:
thirteen year old boobs
I'd hang out by the junior
High like my dad does
Tom: Hey
You know what I learned in fifth grade?
Mark: What's that
Your dad has
B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar
B.o.B. play the guitar
(B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B., B.o.B.) play the guitar
Days Of 49
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Im old tom moore from the bummers shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
drop, people listen to it
To it, to it, to it
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob
the synonyms
All we do is win
Finna get the game murdered
These pussy niggas can’t hurt us
Niggas want beef, but I just be laughing at niggas like they bob’s
You're too old to understand the way the game's told
You're lame, so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Once I'm released, I'm makin' millions, niggas
You're too old to understand the way the game's told
You're lame, so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Once I'm released, I'm makin' millions, niggas
new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's
way (uh)
I'm twenty-eight light years old
If the refs get political, dribble like Bob Dole
Am I gettin' lyrical
Daddy, I think so
Monstar droppin'
new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's
Sunset Sunday starts feeling scary
Bob Saget hosted a sweet sanctuary
Who do you love and who do you tolerate?
Tom made it fun watching grown men's
Ayy
Want me leave the game ain't get my ring yet
I ball alone like where my team at?
Yeah, it's magic, how you seen it , ayy
They said some things
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
the biggest nigga in the game)
That's how we ball out (sexy bitches world wide, what's up?)
That's how we ball out (fuck with me huh? Yeah) (M-M-M-M-Maybach
vile man shout out to j cole
But this is lyrical joe
Shovels At work Chaley it’s time to burry talks
And It all balls down to holes like golf
They
years old
If the refs get political
Dribble like bob dole am I gettin' lyrical?
Daddy, I think so
Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow
Yo, God
up to the function, you know I'm spittin' game
Uh, uh
Got no wheels, and you know I'm on the train
Ridin' through the city puffin' on that grain, it's
with a ball of chain
A barbarian on paper
Every bars tailored for your Paul Bearer
Allahu Akbar
A battling rap god slash bar maker
Bar Mitzvah glass jaw
do not talk, you talk
And I will make you walk
Make you walk and make you ball
I know what you need to know
Every time we talk a game
I say I'm gonna
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
wife because of it
But I got this life because of it
Told ya, game don't never get old
[Sir Mix-A-Lot - talking]
Yeah don't grab the game bull by
Big Benjamin's, my etiquette
Black shades on, black excellence
Big ego, yea settlin'
Turn the lights on, Tom Edison
Oh, we on we on like we are
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