Lyrics:
with O.P.P. (yeah, you know me)
You down with O.P.P. (yeah, you know me)
Who's down with O.P.P. (all the homies)
Break it down
with O.P.P. (yeah, you know me)
You down with O.P.P. (yeah, you know me)
Who's down with O.P.P. (all the homies)
Break it down
with O.P.P. (yeah, you know me)
You down with O.P.P. (yeah, you know me)
Who's down with O.P.P. (all the homies)
Break it down
fuckin’ with it
Pockets fat these racks can’t fit in
Hmm
Don’t be too pissed by what I m spittin’
Cuz I kept
[HOOK ]
Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’
Bob your head
Bob your head
As we bop on
To the break of dawn..
The non-stop hip-hop bop
Takes you on down
To the last, STOP!! "ruff, ruff
laying, you can stay now
Gotta board the BBJ and put the shades down
I'm on the plane now
And don't keep calling from your mama's house
When I break I
laying, you can stay now
Gotta board the BBJ and put the shades down
I'm on the plane now
And don't keep calling from your mama's house
When I break I
anyway, fuck it)
B.o.B or T.I.P. Know what I'm saying, you be the judge, dog
(Which could be the better acronym for the song)
But you know what either way
itunes:song-part="Verse">
<p begin="00:00:11.468" end="00:00:14.559">I admit it, another ho got me finishedp>
<p begin="00:00:14.768" end="00:00:17.590">Broke my heart, oh,
happenin'
Now they jack it in and go back to shottin' crack again
Locked down the block and get strapped with the gat again
Then we break it down then just
from the you T P
This is where I'm gonna be until I D I E
Wodie, it's goin' down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay
Where niggaz drank VSOP until they
like this record,you think it's fun?
Party people get stupid we just begun!!!
(break)
You're get,get,gettin' real stupid
As the beat hits your body get
white thighs
I only see afro bitches up in my eyes
I don't eat no beef and surely not no pork
I used to drink that 8, but now I shove it down your throat
Sell it right now sorry
Tem is breaks!
Tem learn about Tem history!
Tem learn good, ya ya you see?
You have shiny thing in pocket!
Give it to me P!
Tem
Nelly, ay, let me break it down
It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds
It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds
It's
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
ay, let me break it down
It's like a shootout and you the only n**** wit' rounds
It's like a weed drought and you the only n**** wit' pounds
It's
intertwine like French braids
And I can't fight the feeling like one way
When it comes down to this gangsta shit and gun play
For the loot, we compute it
the whole damn world
We gangsterous!
Bitches on niggas, let them think they got game
We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name
We put the P's in
don't recognize we been using it wrong
So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more
Black stars can
the fuck wanna spar with a vet?
I'm Alexander the Great when I'm marchin' on armies again
I got a spring in my step
Slinky when it goes down, like Monica
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah
B-I-G, B-O-I
An-An-Andre
To the T-O-P
Bob
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