Lyrics:
that's what we'll yell out, yell out
You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout
J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy
That he won't even step to his idol
that's what we'll yell out, yell out
You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout
J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy
That he won't even step to his idol
wasn't built like that
You ever find me in the den you know
I'll be right back
All I can do is
Try again, try again, try again
Try again girl
Tiring,
one thing was clear
From the moment that you held me on the Santa Barbara Pier
All those hours in the car made me really come to know
When I'm with I
yourself
So you don't know what that mean, a'ight?
Who suped you up to do the record in the first place?
It lacked taste, you get "The Gas Face"
don't got knowledge yourself
So you don't know what that mean, a'ight?
Who suped you up to do the record in the first place?
It lacked taste, you get
it on a daily
Every quarter of the year
It still gon' be my season
Getting money by the minute
And I'm Posted in the kitchen
Jamie Olivier
You know
boys we diss you
He gon' need a tissue, y'know?
I Randy Moss the bitch, I don't really care
Like bro you lost the bitch
I don't really share
No, I'm Bob
the song that help you pull thru
This gone make ya bob ya head & groove & this gone lift ya spirits up that's true & this gone make ya wanna 2 step & move
ain't hot it don't mean shit
But you know, it's all in a day's work
What a job this is my nigga
What's crack-a-lackin' Devin, the Dizzude?
Snoop D-O
ain't hot it don't mean shit
But you know, it's all in a day's work
What a job this is my nigga
What's crack-a-lackin' Devin, the Dizzude?
Snoop D-O
nights, a lack of sleep, weed hit to sort it out
Trauma sits quite deep below I pray I get it out
Woah, what you do kid?, CeePee switched the beat up
You
(B.o.B)]
"Do you really have the stamina?"
(Do you have the stamina)
"For everybody that sees you that say, 'Where's my camera?'"
(Where's my camera)
"For
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
I'm coming out your radio
I don't know who you're hating bro
But from here i don't know
If up is the right way to go
Because when people start
face, nigga
Bob Mojo, what it do? Young Bob's shouts out
You fake niggas act like snakes
Cut your head off and hide your face
Nigga, you, you, you, you
As they were boarding their ferry
To go to the soundcheck
And they were super chill
You know we only talked
To them for a second
But they were like
Do you
doin' your job
But you're gettin on my nerves, just like Bob
Every time I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin' brothers what to do
You lock me up
all my shots the bill on me
Just hop in the Studio, ain't no B.O.B
If we far from our crib it's a BnB
As you know we them niggas not crew
Writing in
Yeah, that feels sexy right there
Feel us on this one
B. McKnight with Tim and Bob
This is not another love song
See, I know what you
not know
What to do wit' it, 'cause it might just
Come back on you ten-fold
I said be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it
"Bob ain't Hip-Hop" I don't know why, I guess it must be the stage name
Now put me on the track with any M.C., motherfucker know you better bring your
ain't hot it don't mean shit
But you know, it's all in a day's work
What a job this is my nigga
What's crack-a-lackin' Devin, the Dizzude?
Snoop D-O
really need a blessing
I'll talk yo bitch out her shoes I'm not even stressing
Nigga you just paid for that pussy why the fuck flexing
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