Lyrics:
Somebody hit the lights, so we can rock it day and night
People gettin' down, that's right, from AM to PM (AM to PM)
Everybody lookin' like stars
Somebody hit the lights, so we can rock it day and night
People gettin' down, that's right, from AM to PM (AM to PM)
Everybody lookin' like stars
alright alright
All I need is one mic Ima goat like Mike
Bad and boujee my type
Back it up on my pipe pipe
Knock yo ass outta sight sight
Tylenol Pm
Night
Who is that woman with the red hood and
why is she sneaking through waist high fog on this dark night
and what the hell am I doing standing outside my
securing that I got power
It 1:45 PM and I'm about to resume
Clocking back at work but I know my time will be soon
I was getting older by the time I had my
your err (ear)
Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)
Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?)
(That's
It's a, it's a vibe
Ultimata!
All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now (ay ay ay ay)
This is Stoney Bob live in a room from
your err (ear)
Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear)
Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?)
(That's
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
It's always the whiskey
That gets them too tipsy
Buckle up for this hell of a ride
That's the way that it goes round here
On a Thursday Night
6 pm
night you know what's what,
And if you're blaaagh you know what's what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed,
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
put on by Saratoga presbytyrian church every Friday night at 6:00 Pm
Free movies and popcorn, movies like titan etc
Please come visit
Miss you
These
Nine pm, cold wind, city lights matching my chain
Tired of running
Tired of tumbling
The system chasing me, as I try to escape
But I will never catch
that's how
Cool it looks on her
I mean she's fine as hell
I'd definitely hit it!
Still Got It!
Shot hoops with Al in the yard i
Sucked he was much better
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."
"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
Clap)
(Stop, Clap)
(One, two, one two three)
Proceeds to perform RUN live
Calabasas, california 8pm monday night
Got big arms
What's up with you?
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
here says he thinks you're wrapped too tight.
“But, by the way thanks for playing ‘Moon River' last night”
And his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein
Oh, why you hitting my phone?
Just leave me alone
Why you hitting my phone?
I don't want to talk, just leave me alone
2PM middle of the day hit me up
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