Search results for 'no brains by bob tom'

B.O.B.

OutKast

Stankonia

2000

Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by

B.O.B.

OutKast

Street Vibes, Vol. 7

2001

Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by

B.O.B.

OutKast

Big Boi and Dre Present...Outkast

2001

Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by

#LHOMMEAUBOB

Migos

L' Homme Au Bob

2015

and forth, I ain't no convos
I flew to Paris and my plug named Diego, Gradur !
Gucci shirt, belt, Tom Ford
Finessed the plug and he fell for it
Fuckin'

with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad

slashed
His throat was slashed

And now the scary-ass clown
Stands by himself
Naked in a room
Bob's brain on the shelf
The clown laughs
And he cracks up

Heya Tom, it's Bob, from the office down the hall.
It's good to see you, buddy, how've you been?
Things have been okay for me, except that I'm

fallin
For me
It's always a movie witchu
Not NLE but I'll take a Tom wit me when I cruise
If u step up yo yard'll get stomped by my dudes
Like a football

rapper, don't you dare try
Anyone with a pair of eyes can look and see
No legacy will ever be next to me or near by
Though I invite you all to try, hey, I'm

a meteorite
So when the studio, no I don't need to write
Man I just came up in the game cause y'all just needed more light
So, so by the time I'm done their

Bombs Over Bahgdad

Unlinked Artist

A Tribute to Outkast: The Lounge Below

2004

of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it

them no go take pas my turf 
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest 
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers 
I

PEACES
My killas trained to shoot when they see a head nod
You a square bob look like Uncle Tom
Flexin wit dem chains you gone get yo ass robbed
Got yo

just testing
Hey its Tom on the ones and twos are you hearing me
Shooting for the stars and the moon i got no limits
No shame fuck fame man i do this coz

just testing
Hey its Tom on the ones and twos are you hearing me
Shooting for the stars and the moon i got no limits
No shame fuck fame man i do this coz

head then swivel
This domestic policy, I bomb atomically
Shoot catch the body cut you up, biology
Brain splatter platter see your minds psychology
Drink

boo
No boo she said not that "late" and
She'll be home by 8
Told her it ain't funny when
She fucks with me
I ain't having kids because
That shit ain't

Marley, Tom Hardy, nigga yes
I’m probably God Body, Bob Marley, Tom Hardy in the flesh

Ay, do It for the 7, do It for the 3
Do It for the 9, do It for

Said no matter where I am, bless me with all your light
I'm on the train, brain vexed connect, and then I feel blessed
Whether day or night, I'm

deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like

Young G's

The Notorious B.I.G.

No Way Out

1997

linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,

Close My Eyes

Matisyahu

Live at Stubb's

2005

See no matter where I am bless me with all your light,
I'm on a train brain vexed connect and the I feel blessed
Whether day or night I'm

No coming back, lil' bitch, no, he can't do it better
I rocked out with my Glock, make sure we ate together
You gave my dawg some brain , you had

An MC with bad habit's I am, I see
A mic and I grab it, so scary, ain't it?
I'm comin' raw with no corrections
Savin' all perfections for what I
Do with