Lyrics:
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
of the time and I don't get no sleep
Don't get me confused with just any other Chad
I'm a freak and unique and all them other boys can stay mad
My time here is
Hello, Boys and Girls.
This is a story that I like to call, ''Peter and the Wolf''.
Are you sitting comfortably?
Are you!?
Good, then let's begin....
three days in that ol Mexican jail
The boys of summer disappeared that fall
As the years flew by we grew up after all
Real life is running
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer
the Crusade
Checkered up like a collage
Put shit on an even number cuz I
Do not fuck with odd
We don't make emergency calls
We do not fuck with ops
I got
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
no you and me
There is just a blob
We could call it God
We could call it Bob
Hi Bob
Thanks for being
So complete
Thanks for putting me at ease
Thanks
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
the pussy apart
Shawty it's on after dark
Step to the mic and now I got ya
call me Young Sinatra
The flow is prominent, hella dominant
On time with it when
need a half-back Bobby boy
Who can run?
There's a man to see you in the office Jack
Bob, I'm going home I've had a rotten day (you are home, Jack)
real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga
Bob, drug dealer on the block
So you a bad boy
You carry big toys
You wanna get to know me, so you could just enjoy
Talk to me by your actions, I don't
Paintin' on the boy like I'm Bob Ross
Big Boss, yeah, call me Rick Ross
Locked up just like a dreadlock
Hunnid points, yeah, that's a headshot
Down
BOY, RUST, DcVE cND CLcY,
BOY YOUNG TcKIN' cLL BETS, COME BRING Yc PcY,
WHEN IT COMES TO ScILIN' BUEY, ISLcND McN DON'T PLcY,
ScIL 'EM IN Dc HcRBOUR,
the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet
I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like they Agnostic
If I spit over the Boom-Bap, then they
high five, boy
Y'know what, I don't like your tone
So shut the fuck up, boy
Try to see us as we fly by
Bugatti speed wave bye bye
Got you surprised oh my
real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga
real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga
that really a business trip
Or were you over there with thots playing?
I got no footage but trust me i got a sense
Stop asking me to call you boy, this
okie-doke, teah I'm raw you know my flow
Cause B.O.B. be actin hard like a Viagra overdose
Talkin that noise on all them songs
A buncha lil' boys but you all
Baby boy don't slip just slide
Got me limping after I ride
Wanna touch this ass and these thighs
Zick game took a bitch a surprise
And Then he ask
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