Lyrics:
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
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday
folding
Let my soul in
Down by two hit the three
Always look for me
Gotta eat my cake when I have it and that’s word to B
Wake up every morning brush teeth
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
Always had the sauce, Now I’m on defrost
Way too cold now, heating up like a stove
W the pots bob ross paint brush talk
Water based flow and u know I
been thinking bout?"
Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
To pass the time
Had someone shave his
Bob-o-mani.
Så I en stol på en bar i en by sidder Bobby og spiller om en hel masse penge.
Det er poker, kabale, uno, per og whist - og det ka han gøre længe.
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
Lights, cameras, you know what the rest is
He has traits of what one of the best is
Who got the juice, I got the juice I'm bringing Welch's
We've got
Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
"I
and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall
Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall
Now I
the water is dead
Bob Marley, I'm burnin'
Bob Marley, I'm burnin'
Got me ballin' like Irving
And the world keep turnin'
In a suburban, I'm swervin'
've been down so low just to get me up by drinkin' anything I can find
But now when they say Jones what are you on I just smile and say, loveshine.
I found
They left us by the roadside
Down hearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel
Said boys I'm going home
We turned around to face our fate
told his men to turn us loose
They put down their guns
He said these are just some
Sorry kids, they ain't the ones
[Chorus]
They left us by
gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
I was layin' in the bar ditch prayin' I would die
When a light come on above us
like Cowabunga
Hope you get offended by the way I'm stunting
Won't dive in if I ain't got no rubber
We came from the bottom of the rubble
If they
itself
Smaller than itself
I got the biggest bob
I got the biggest bob
I got the biggest bob
I got the biggest bob
Belly over buckle
I've got the biggest
'm home alone
Hmm
Pretty bitch, nickname my pussy Welch's
Out in Boston, tryna fuck on one them Celtics
I need a nigga like Franklin, not like Elvis
I
me and Bob Marley
That we'd need to head to the creek with Chris Farley
Down by the river where my people like to party
Aye, it's like I on't dance
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
been thinking bout?"
Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
To pass the time
Had someone shave his
В сердце ложь
В спине нож
Ты не выкупаешь тела дрожь
(Beats by Triller)
В сердце ложь в спине нож
Ты не выкупаешь тела дрожь
В сердце ложь в спине
Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
"I
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