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brain leaks out of his left ear
Has oatmeal consistency and the color of beer
In my crotch, when I jumped, his head got crammed
And now Bob thinks he is
some Scrabble on Sunday?
Why don't we all go to the beach next weekend?
Bob, we're having people in Bobby...
Saturday night...
Bobby
Bobby
He'll be kickin in heads at the punk rock show
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor
day, by day, by day (2x) [it's one step out of time]
[Chorus]
As you walk
Day by day
Go to God and pray,
"I'm gonna go Your way"
[I'm
of the glock
So cuckoo! The sounds I run are rollin' with the bodyguard
But don't forget the day it's sunny but it'll be foggy
And in the funeral, you'll be
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
No smoking in the house, no smoking in the house
There's no smoking in the house
So would you please put it out
Check it out, yo
I'm a animal,
for thirteen days
And I came to get relief
At Bob's Party Time.
Pack my nose with cocaine
Feed my filthy hole.
Bust out the dancin' women
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
around us
Nothing comes in between
my heart and yours
Every day feels like a present, newly placed beneath our tree
cuz I believe, you and me, will
flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he
as one
If everybody under the sun
Add some music to your day
(Add some music add some add some music to your day)
A bob didit a bop didit
You'll
painting a picture like Bob Ross
Another day, another canvas
Packing up my blunts with cannabis
Getting high you cannot come close to me
Getting high I'm
move on to phase 3
Hit that kush so strong so hazy
That you're chilling in your crib all day like a baby
Looks like your death got way over your kills
412 I'm reppin' till the day I go and rest in piece
Ooo it ain't easy there
City lights were on we did the most yeah
Went to the game and Crosby hit
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
Better days, better days, better days
Hey! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
I send this one out,
To all the homeboys down in uh, Clinton
Better days, better days, better days
Hey! Better days
Got me thinkin bout better days
I send this one out,
To all the homeboys down in uh, Clinton
And said, "Football days is done"
Then he and old Loose Ruby
Robbed a Pinkie's Liquor Store
And had a run in with the law
When they's runnin' out the door
Waitin for that drink to come in Tye
(I already know)
Been at it all day no time for rest
get no sleep
She in my face saying baby boi ya waist deep
Counting the days to get away
To pack your bags up on a plane
But see Bob run yeah! See Bob play
Why not talk to Bob today
If you wanna save
I've been heading to the top (bitch get out my way)
And the grind don't stop, it goes day by day
Beat him up, spin his top til the block dizzy
Draco it
I told her
Hey good looking
Don't know what they been cooking
Was walking by
You caught my eye
Can't get your frame mistooken
Cant tell if i'm in
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