Lyrics:
(Woo-ha)
Stoney Bob want a snack
(Woo-ha)
Stoney Bob got the pack
(Woo-ha)
What's the craps on the motherfuckin' fucked that line up?
Nice
You make
Twenty-four a day, seven days a week
Now when you're driving in your four by four
And you turn this up on your stereo
Whether night or day
Non-stop you
Twenty-four a day, seven days a week
Now when you're driving in your four by four
And you turn this up on your stereo
Whether night or day
Non-stop you
wrong with Santa Claus?]
[Bob: There's nothing wrong with Santa Claus, but...]
[Anything Muppet #1: Don't you like Christmas?]
[Bob: Oh, I love
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
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
They sho' is blinded by the light!
(Crazy!)
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
Bob
The swag is too much
You can cry if you want
Zulu Bass Drip you can tell by the font
Everyday is a hustle if you came from the blocks
With a flex you can
The swag is too much
You can cry if you want
Zulu Bass Drip you can tell by the font
Everyday is a hustle if you came from the blocks
With a flex you can
head too
Bob ya head too, you just you just bob ya head too
You claimed my dream was nothing
Now I'm doing something bout it
And I'm banging on these
cowl
If we keep doing nothing but the same as before
The planet we love won’t be around any more.
Can’t be a Bob - can’t sit silent.
Rise up, speak
got 51 flavors for yall you hear that lighter striking
Grab the loud split it down roll it up we choking Bruh Blowing that Bob Blowing that Bob Bob
Feel tension set in
She'll be pulling some strings!
Don't go in!
You have to stay outside
Keep going!
You have to stay outside
PM
She's high on
PM
no you and me
There is just a blob
We could call it God
We could call it Bob
Hi Bob
Thanks for being
So complete
Thanks for putting me at ease
Thanks
Hey Bobby
Why are you stayin' in here in this shadow?
Come over by the fire
I'll have a drink with you
This is our house now
So let's act like
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
The King's daughter may be
next.
St. George: Mmm-hmm. You got a lead?
Chief: Oh, nothing much to go on. Say, did you take that .45 automatic into
nigga! Yeah
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I'm that nigga that you heard about by word of mouth
They probably say I change the music in the dirty south
Now that
The King's daughter may be
next.
St. George: Mmm-hmm. You got a lead?
Chief: Oh, nothing much to go on. Say, did you take that .45 automatic into
or your own place
You fans online are bored by your face
You're standing by the mirror taking selfies
And your homies are getting pay increase
Eh hey Bob
what a twist
Adventure's unrelenting
Cost Bob his left wrist
Now wasn't that a nice little tune,
Welcome back to Picklety Live
We're at four PM in
Nothing less than the champ that I am
I am the king
I am the man
Running my city and running my block
Lil homie why is you mad?
Cause your girl at my
message diluted,
Dilemma: either you say nothing to a lot of people
Or you try to kick some sense to a minority of equals
Who already know what you know
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