Lyrics:
know my name (B.o.B)
And everywhere I go people wanna hear me sang
Oh yea and I just dropped my new album
On the first week I did five hundred
It's a, it's a vibe
Ultimata!
All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now (ay ay ay ay)
This is Stoney Bob live in a room from
know my name (B.o.B)
And everywhere I go people wanna hear me sang
Oh yea and I just dropped my new album
On the first week I did five hundred
I'm just talking
Phases through living I've been through it all
But I'm fortunate enough for not many lost
I could be stretching that bar by a lot
Just
Cliowen lyric prototype
M’te pwomèt wi man
-(Verse 3)-
B.O.B mete’m nan business (thank you)
Antanke frem li envesti pou kominote’m wèm pi big
Video’m nan
up right now yeah
What What What
O'l Dirty
( he ain't sayin nothin fuck him)
I'm the one man army ain't Shawn
I never get tookin out I keep MC's
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
ever decide to sing
Want y'all to love my music but i hate bitches that cling
You might want to get some more bars in before i start to zing
Like albums
And Everybody in the Ultra 85
Goddamn it feel good to be alive
And all these bitches that I passed up
Couldn't fuck witcha 'cause your hair was too gassed up
Jk Venom Dillingaz Scandalous Goodfellas Signature
LStarzz what's really good Set if off in this
All of these fake niggas be saying a lot
Messing
good as soon as they jump we O D
Guns and drugs letting it pump to you O D
O O D O O D I'm from the ood
Where we head nod to hello
Step bob and tip toe
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
the message will
Make you feel better
They're reading the letters
There's Bob and there's Larry
They work well together
They get kinda meta
They're kind
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
gotta have guys working downfield.
COMMENTATOR 1:
I am still blown away by the breakaway speed of the rookie 83, Valdes Jones.
Crosby Allen lines up for
*lyrics written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating a mixture
Pumping out songs, like it's an addiction
Move to a new canvas, like
invented this real
Been the same since my deal
If you try to say that I'm changin'
Wait for the album, see how you feel
My third album, my Graduation
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
ain't a rapper but if I was
This ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture
You call yourself a factor you're lame
Paving a way Bob
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
clique to the T-O-P on G-O-D with B.o.B.
Tell by the hat, you could tell by the tat, you could tell how I act, you could tell how I rap that I represent
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
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