Lyrics:
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You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--
[Chorus:]
Break it down! x3
Yo Bob
you with the top of my knee
I'm at the top of my game
Bitch why you talking to me?
For Mac it really ain't the same
Uless you rocking a beat
But this is
papayas
Before I polly
Red lightin' the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money
Women
is that chair even comfortable? It looks like it was crushed by a monster truck! START THE FUCKIN’ GAME! Oh my, Jesus Christ! What the hell is in all
your bitch quick
Homie that is mine now
Oh you seen the rap game
Teller she's mine now
I'm in the fast lane I just can't slow down
You see the whip whip
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
forgot how to rap
Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at
Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where
viel Spaß!"
Takeshi, Yamaha, Sushi-Bar, Hongkong
Kung Fu, Honda, Mit'subishi, Tom Tom
Hyundai, Kawasaki, Shanghai, Nippon
Shaolin, Samurai, Karaoke,
You ain't never made love with a real nigga, I can tell by the way that I deal with ya
I ain't nothin' like a ex, I'm a real nigga, Spittin' game, I
we for
Now come on
The government got all the people by the balls
But when they lose the people, that's when the government falls Revolt by the coming
smith
I no know hustle omo na old school
Just work by the word then you work lit
The Christ life I’m enjoying
You can only enjoy join in
Boyy this life is
Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what?)
The game is hot you could never be a winner
Just begun a game so considered a beginner
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
The days are cold livin' without you
The nights are long, I'm growing older
I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you
You may be gone, but you're
shit, that broke shit get old
Ain't gon' keep me 'round no ho shit, these hoes get too bold
I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
I might
steps up to guard him
Placing his hand on Clark’s side to
Telegraph his movements clark crosses him
Drives and lays the ball up
Winning the game
Clark:
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
left back
When I said I wanted to rap they gave me a look with disgust (Ugh)
Now look at where they at I see me behind in the dust (Woo!)
They miss old
guns en ik cruise
Draag die Thompson noem me Tom cruise
Heb die green
Ben op groen hulk smash
Lijkt wel op Bruce
Voel me net Muhammad Ali
Bob en
the docks
And the slickest pair of Tom Ford socks
I meant the sickest pair of Jaevonn socks
Y’all bob ya head and imma let chorus rock
I see joy thru my
it's fine by me
Same game, playin' hide and seek
If I just shot two packs on the side
Someone told me why all the eyes on me
True say, got the nine
Killing it sound like a oozie
Dope is you dealing get hit in your cuji
Scheming by taking your room keys
She down cause your chick is a groupie
Ever been
goals
You rentin' out a casa
I cop Picasos
Shoes by Tom, suede wit pecan soles
I ain't talkin bout the Toms, boy I'm talkin Tom Ford
And You went
a collar
Bonfire, pray your boy top dollar
Top shotta, skrrr right by ya
Rastafari pullin' up in that 'Rari
No dread head but I chief the Bob Marley
Ohh
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