Lyrics:
to expect
is B.O.B in this session
standin and missed all this hate so uneffected
now thats what i call interested
i got a game plan but they cant intercept
it's just the two of us
I know what we've got is real
You're my best friend
You're the Linda to my Bob
You're the sweetest girl that's alive
You wake me
I packed up my pick-up at seventeen
With uncle Bob's old Martin guitar and a dream
Went from singin' in church
To singin' for tips in a honky-tonk
Bob, I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop-chop, stab cut
"What can you do with a drunken hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his
face a fish at
Bob her head game vicious
Bad bitch want my spinach
I said split that ass, Kit Kat
Split that ass, Kit Kat damn! You seen that?
Take one
Hello, this is Saint Etienne here
With a special Christmas
Message for you all how are you feeling Bob?
I'm feeling dandy and I just
Want to say
Got the Bob Dylan blues
And the Bob Dylan shoes
And my clothes and my hair's in a mess
But you know I just couldn't care less
Gonna write me
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
back a long list of fakers who crossed over
I'm like, fuck it, bubble-baller
Catch â??em up at Bob's show, stall him with a troubled caller
Bastard,
Bob, I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop-chop, stab cut
"What can you do with a drunken hillbilly?"
Cut his fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his
clap
Soul clap
Yeah, woii
Me seh me wan see everybody ah move
Dancehall enuh
Dollarman coming at ya
We just wan big up Cutee B, Bob Sinclar
It's
Bob's record
Swear to god before he gets a job he robs Eckerd
Blessed with a hot flow
Tested, it got dough
Invested in stress the best to finesse
(Chris Knight/Sam Tate/Annie Tate)
It Was A Dusty July Morning, She Was Headed Into Town
Me And Bob Were Stringing Barbwire And Digging Holes In
[RZA]
It's the big double dancer, extravaganza
Zodiac: Cancer, who's the boss?
Tone dancer? No
Bob Digi son, I lodge fifty
Shots to your mouth, buck,
[Da Brat]
It's Tim and Bob again
Chante Moore again
All up in that, oww goodnes
What'chu talking about?
It's so hot
We can't be stop
Come
the doors
And I've lost all the keys
And I live in a mansion made up of memories
Bob said don't look back
John said I don't believe
Jerry said there are
dawno nie ma mnie
Nie słucham tego bierz ten matrix
Twoje słowo naciągane jest jak bungee
Bob ale ocb bez
Wiesz od dawnie dawna jestem tutaj gdzieś ponad
the way
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to ride and sing
A sleighing song tonight
Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle
Moving forward, dearly beloved
Make I and I recall
Bob's Son set in Babylon
Atop the very high mountain
Carving prophecy into rock
Blood from
clear
Nick the Greek collected tropical fish
Had to be a character too
Smuggled in Pirhana just to break the law
And he fed them on kangaroo
Bob's pride
Damien & Bob
sat on a train to Never-ever-Land.
They began to sob
'cause they forgot their friend Chuck the Elephant.
Damien & Bob
looked out
the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop
[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby
that
You'll sing me passages from the Koran
Wearing nothing but a Bob the Builder hat
To the tune of waltzing Matilda
I just love the combination
Sötét minden katakomba
Te meg keresed az adagod a barakkomba'
Éhes a falatodra
Bob elől a kölyök simán hazadobna, ey
Ketten a liftbe', Azamat
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