Lyrics:
a Rastafarian They Know This
I Had a Dream Martin Luther King Young Black And Proud Am Trying To Get It By Any Means
Emancipate Yourself From Mental Slavery Bob
think you a tranny, really? (Damn)
Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in your rhymes (Why)
I know keeping up with lies can get tiring sometimes
You
Do your homework pal
What you know about how
I pull a sassy bitch
Then be homework bound
You don't have a shadow of a chance
To even shake your hand
brother, why do you worry, I can see you
Have your dreams
Soon you'll be grown
And then your know
Who you are
A Golden Star
Hey brother, why do you worry, I
Yo i just want to talk about mind control
You know, when people try to
Influence you through social media
And try to tell you what to do
Or if you
of B-O-B-B-Y
D-I-G-T-A-L
Supreme Clientele served well
Buh-Bobby fucking up microphones is a hobby
Buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby
Chorus:
Do you hear
on.
My heart is armored,
I'm haunted by big booty women,
With tights on,
I love it when they do me,
Especially with the lights on,
Pretty Trini
no plaid
And that girl you had yes you know she been had
Those some big facts, why you big mad
Shorty suck me up just like I was Slim Fast
I'm
of
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah)
Now you're in New York (you're in New York)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
here it is at your service
The b the I the g the d-a-double-d-y
And when it comes to rippin' the mic, oh my oh my oh my
I guarantee you by time I'm
Like why you so fly? (I don't know)
Like why you so high? (I don't know)
Like why them niggas staring at you so hard every time you ride by? (I
Ain't this the dude that said that it ain't about the price tag
Now on your records all that you do is brag
Come on Bob, I thought you was better than
Supercharger the v-eight that way you can hear the whine cuz this
Trackhawk it go too fast
Four by four the Hellcat
My girl she is too bad
Too bad y'all don't
i'm in the booth
Proof no excuses, those are useless
Those are why I'm courage and you're Eustice
Gettin' screwed by the things I do for love
But I'll
of her social advances
And presented her with this choice
"Bernice, bob your hair
You've persistently declared this intention
Do you dare
a stepchild
Anything you ask me, you know I'm willing
I just sure can't beat Bob Dylan
But you still treat me like a stepchild
Come on!
You make me moan, you
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
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
days of glory
It's easy to do when you're up with Sexton
A rhythmatic genius, turnin' up the next one
Would you know, you're a bro, I flow in that
out
I get the whip that I want, then I black it out
Don't hype, don't care what you like
Tell me why you don't like, man do it more
You weren't
my emission
So why you worrying about being an outcast
Don't you know to do yourself and never ask permission
My short shorts accentuate my bumper
Yea, look, you niggas tryna act like B.o.B and go
And stop that shit
That's $50,000 Alpaca
You gotta block that shit fool
Look at this resume, can't
We call them "vajeenas" (Vajeena)
That's why your girl choosing, dog
(Ha) , pray I never meet her (Ah)
I tap her on the head and tell her
"You know
on the Government (Yeah)
Spending checks n flippin racks I do it for the fun of it (Yeah Y-Yeah)
Hit me up you need that gas because I got the best of it (Y
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