Lyrics:
the backseat, champ
Yeah, I'm in the backseat, still got the seat back
Feet back, stay from where the fake be at
Niggas snitch for the shine, where
looking kinda icy
Know your boy sweet like a Hi-C
Got that hammer, I'm Bob The Builder
Talking bout the beat by the way
I am not a killer
24K on the neck
HeartBreak Bob]
You already know what it is
Forty Bob, HeartBreak Bob
AKA Bobby been, been waiting
Spin again, do it again,
Come back again!
Green light s**t,
[00:25.24]I'm in a 4 by 4 by 4 by 4 top 3 discussion[00:28.31]I just came down from up the hill this perk hit me like rocky[00:31.29]I'm in the yo
a ten-bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she's a go-getter
Takes him out
Yeah that's right
Let the BandPlay
Let's take it back to my roots
Blue collar workin' in boots
I break my neck for a check
I broke my back for
About the time the late and great Jimmie Rodgers
Career came to an end
Another young fella by the name of Bob Wills
Was makin' preparations to become
was none of that crap
Back in 1970
We didn't know about a
World Wide Web
It was a whole different game
Playin' back when
I was a kid
Want
Bob with the beat. Mob with team
I'm wanna be next up I'm not, but I might be
All the way to the top now sight see
Sit back I'm chillin like an ICEE
ya'll interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga
Wasn't even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there
These niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that
ville '72
Lock and load on patrol, lotta hoes on the stroll
Give me street 411 like whoop-de-whoop
Where's the cane man? How many nights I live by this
I heard we back up on that gritty shit King in my city shit, remember I was down[00:24.90]We ain't never had no pity shit Henny with the duce, they
a one-horse open sleigh.
A day or two ago,
The story I must tell
I went out on the snow
And on my back I fell;
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open
the sheepskin black
With the "Rest in Peace, Rob One" piece on the back, yeah
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Four by four,
-Bust the trust
3 -No More Monopoly
(marching SFX to commence, soft first, rising in volume and tempo to the lyrics)
(beat change) Fanny
To the temple
comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back
the ocean, riding dolphins, grab 'em by the fin
Uh, yea bitch I'm ten feet tall
Bunch of hoes playing with my beach balls
The money in the way, I don't see
in Houston, sittin on them 84's
Trae wassup, ABN, gotcha back nigga, sink or swim
Free Chilly Chill, shake off yo mastas
Pray to God; Build yo mind
whacked
(yeah) fuck from the front and the back
Lil' shawty say my dick is weed and crack
(yeah) both of my cars are all maxed
I shop in Milan and fuck up
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
They try to feed me meds
But I know the answer's
In myself I just need some sense
Go and bob ya heads
We can vibe all day
We can focus on the words
What
a one-horse open sleigh.
A day or two ago,
the story I must tell
I went out on the snow
And on my back I fell;
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open
a one-horse open sleigh.
A day or two ago,
the story I must tell
I went out on the snow
And on my back I fell;
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open
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