Lyrics:
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
Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B
how 'bout dat
How 'bout dat, look at me like "Bob
Why you stuntin' like that?"
Ahh, tell 'em blame it on the black Cadilac
I hop out that, haters, hop
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Of Bob's family tree
That Assassin OG
I'm body baggin' the beat
Ain't no one savage as me
Now guess who's back on the scene
The king of all kings
Of Bob's family tree
That Assassin OG
I'm body baggin' the beat
Ain't no one savage as me
Now guess who's back on the scene
The king of all kings
isn't an insult and a deed that I could never be insulted by Him, adding a well placed
And accredited quotation by Tom Waits in French no less, much
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
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
and I'll be right back
See he knows I've learned all the songs you know by heart tin cup chalice
And a school boy heart
He comes back with a case of beer
stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he
VIP automatically
First three drinks are free as long as I get the vodka and some green
Walk back to my seat hoes are peeping me constantly
Could it
rocking teflon (Teflon)
Op gotta pay you know how we mourn (We Mourn)
Tongo called me up like he long gone (Long Gone)
Told him hold ya head I get back for
beat
Call yo friends around, then call the police!
Im ridin' wit my flow, it take up four seats
So I'm gon ghost ride, but with no sheets
One man by
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
voice from the back seat
The driver lent wearily across and pushed open the back door
I stooped to look inside at the two men there
One besuited,
Hey girl, how you doin' take a seat
Been thinkin' bout you all day, come over talk to me
While we lay low just cruisin' throught the street
By
slippers
I like my bitches simple, lay back, relax ya mental
Shit, you know what I do, now tell me what you tryna get into
The man car's rented, the man
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane
With a rabid wolverine in my underwear
When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat
Popped
caterpillar
Keep a tool on me nigga like I'm Bob the Builder
Niggas move weight like a motherfucking bodybuilder
Jae pass me the jay
Zay came in the back door
sleep tight
In the back seat
Bob & Tom, Talking Heads
Skipping school
Knocking over trash cans
Insurance fraud
Road tripping across the state
With good
Y'all have a seat, we be right back, mothafucka...
[Interlude: Shawn Wigs]
Come on, this commercial break's almost over
OutKast, M.J.G., you're
through in a Rolls Royce
Drive by with the seat up
We keep it real ain't none of the fake shit
Tell the boys hold the heat up
When I'm in the club, I'm
Lew
Tequila Boy and that's fasho
Typhoon
It's goin' up
Show me some love they running it back
Three cross the lac, four cross my back
Me
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