Lyrics:
asked as nice as I could
If my job would
Somehow be finished by Friday
Well, the whole damn weekend came and went, Frankie
Wanna buy some mandies,
Now I'm getting funky and my rapping, that's my duty
Brothers tend to jock on the style in particular
If you got the ego like some brothers, then I'll
you wanna give me some money
Then do please
I will fuckin' roll up you a fat doobie
Nigga crevice, do you want?
I am goin’ to smoke you the
Fuck up
I Had a Dream Martin Luther King Young Black And Proud Am Trying To Get It By Any Means
Emancipate Yourself From Mental Slavery Bob Marley am
and get my game stash, bitch, off the west side
Baby daddy face lookin' long, better change that
Make a nigga drop some change on your lame ass
Bob Marley
Pretty Bitch Bossin'
Feel like Bob Ross
Cos I paint a picture perfectly
With my eloquence
I'm making 5 star poetry
I write a verse
Then you recite
anga-yangna-baba"..."wha?"..."BABA-BABA-BABA!"..."WHAAAA???". Fuck! (lets out frustrated grunt) By the time I've got that far, I'm fuckin' totally fucked. Because I'm p..., I'm not payin' attention to my gig...
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he
grab my belt by the buckle
And I don't give a damn fuckle
Uh uh
Yeah
I'm just like
Laughing all the way to the goddamn bank
And I'll drown you and put
Christmas to you, my dear Bob!”
And Scrooge was better than his word,
He did it all and so much more.
And Tiny Tim didn't die
The man stood always by his
shorty rush a nigga
If you's a hustla cop, some weights and build yo muscles, nigga
If you's a killa then go and leave 'em bloody nigga
And we some playas,
to get screwed
If nice guys finish last then I'm cool with a crown on my head when my soul's a jewel
But I'm confused, on the path, to success I just
disrespect and
Keep their heats on cock
And if they punch you in your
Face then some teeth gon drop
Man I don't know where the fuck
Y'all thinkin that we from
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
see me stroll by
In the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye
I'm sick now, I think I'm catching glaucoma
Standing on the corner, looking for weed donors
I write her off, looking for some closure
Yeah yeah yeah
I write her off, looking for some closure
Oh oh
Laid back, drink slow sippin' blue goo
She's
Yes, I feel the end, the end is close
The same thing happened eon's ago
To know exactly you have to read up some more
Everyday technology speeds
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Double cup, sipping this Act' though
I got some red and some Wock mix
I been leaning so bad off a light two
Bitch, I can bet you a car
I never sip no
I call it, it's full of shit
A toilet can help quick, the government help?
No, just put us on death row
Just give us some more guns
Then give us some
and say
"yeah he ain't got shit
He's just some fucking white kid
I think he goes by Witt"
And then they listen to my music sayin'
"This the same kid?
This
a friend i got sauce for two
We was walkin in the rain now we coppin coupes
Call me bob the builder how im pulling out the tool
If you talkin bout some cash
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