Lyrics:
ain’t no race, get judged by yo face
Eenie meenie minie moe, might just pop out with yo hoe
We been running all the game and we the ones who in control
to set my whole race free
You might debate we, a refugee
No harm hurt me
Dying, thirsty from the struggle
To my own hustle bubble
On the low, woe is
Words by Bob Hartman
Based on Romans 8:28-30
Time is a gift on loan
Fate is already known
It's your destiny to make it to the end
It's your destiny
[Marc 7]
It's all splendid
Yeah, like Kevin Lockerbie
Rockin' some beige Wallabees
Blinded by the mockery
[Soup]
Time is never stoppin' me
Drop
Yeah, Zelle
I ain't need no help
Yeah
I ain't need no help, bitch I got it by myself (I did)
I ain't need no help, bitch I got it by myself (I did)
I
"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah,
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon
We got weeds in
Sitting in the sun like an old tom cat That donÆt know just where heÆs at And I must admit to you Right now I feel that way to (AinÆt got
or unicorn races, still screaming muthafuck pagans
This my castle this my corner
This my empire I'm the author
Im the chef and your my porter
Im the butcher
to love mankind before we love our wealth
Learn to love one another as we love ourselves
I'm sick of being silenced by the powers that be
All I see is war
Hey
Ah, ah
It's Bob
Yo
Escape with the rhythm
I take what I'm given
And break my way through the hatred
And make my sacred religion
I feel awakened
down the strip like a A.J. Foyt
Makin hip-hop that's been my job
I know a kid that rocks and his name is Bob
It's a long race and I'm winnin son
Sippin
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon
We got weeds in
on a stairway to the top
Ghosting undercover like the mob
Business man got the bands on lock on lock
Like a race gotta go
Speeding by fast like a Porsche
viel Spaß!"
Takeshi, Yamaha, Sushi-Bar, Hongkong
Kung Fu, Honda, Mit'subishi, Tom Tom
Hyundai, Kawasaki, Shanghai, Nippon
Shaolin, Samurai, Karaoke,
of the black race that we are misplaced
We're robbin' and killin', your own medicine you taste
You built up a race on the concept of violence
Now in
ਹਾਂ Bob Dylan ਦੀ hoodie ਕਾਲੀ
ਅੱਖੀਆਂ ਤੇ Tom glass ਕੁੜੇ
ਸਾਨ ਜੱਟ ਮੋਡ ਕਰਨ mirror black
ਰਖੀ ਰਹਿਣੀ ਬਹਿਣੀ ਸਾਰੀ ਹੀ class ਕੁੜੇ
ਹੋ dust boot ਆਂ ਨੂ ਲਗਨ ਨਾ ਦੇਂਦਾ
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon
We got weeds in
Real OG from the 6 14
Chasing a bag and I get that shit by any means yeah
I’ve been giving strength to the weak
Boy I swear I do it every week, aye
been staying out the news lately
I don't even got time for it
Try to put me in some Tom Ford
But bitch I'm still rocking Rue, boy
Yeah I'm still
I just wanna break the cycle
From now til future generations
My bro don start the race, I will join to create more lanes
My Dad in the field with
CAMPTOWN RACES by Stephen Foster 1850
Camptown ladies sing this song, do da, do da
Camptown Races 5 miles long, oh do da day
I came down there with
[Marc 7]
It's all splendid
Yeah, like Kevin Lockerbie
Rockin' some beige Wallabees
Blinded by the mockery
[Soup]
Time is never stoppin' me
Drop
I dey hustle cuz even my skele go run
Even dem paddi go bob
Won ma japa tan if me I no make am if me I no make am
Shugbon temi ba wa aa ireti
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