Lyrics:
Cassius
You wanna box? Ups package (woo) (say my name bitch)
Niggas careers in jeopardy
Bob's the answer, don't question me (say my name bitch)
Look I
than your battery-operated boyfriend
B.O.B. don't play Donny Hathaway followed by Marvin Gaye
Followed by Sade, followed by Al Green, followed by
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
there was more than one actor involved in this play
It was never a one man show, tell me something that I don't know
I heard someone killed Kennedy! What
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
and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’ hoes
Tired of provin’ niggas that a Don can’t t get a No huh
[ Verse 2]
P for Pussy guy
Don’t ask me ’bout this niqqa
I’ll be
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
with me Drastic oh my bad my bad formerly known formerly known just call my brother Okcis
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
an ounce and head south
Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch
And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin
They call me Mr. get all mad
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
an ounce and head south
Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch
And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin
They call me Mr. get all mad
pockets go
They still get they fill
Fingers scrape the bottom
It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
They sho' is blinded by the light! (Crazy)
Bob your head
pull-up on all that stuff
Two roles on the pitch, driver and striker
I beg a young boy don't call my bluff
Pc crosby's on me i know he's bored
But
briefs
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets by the seams of they jeans
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, and run it
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr toad
Popularized by Bing Crosby
(17) Gina Lollobrigida: Famous Italian
Actress born 1927, still living (93 in 2021)
One
green, nigga
I send my youngin' through there to do a stain, nigga (brrr, grrah)
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools
you need anything
If you need that jacuzzi installed
Bob's the man you call
Bob's the man you call
Bob's the man you call
Yo, Ella was looking for
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
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
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