Lyrics:
drill, just and bang your spine (just)
Bob your head like me APL de, up inside your club or in your Bentley
Get messy, loud and sick.
Y'all mount past slow
pa ka ba ou lavi
Gone and live your fantasy ima live reality dodging all the agony
With my mag 223 right sitting next to me
They spread voodoo here
here's your chance
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still, I'm just a simple man
All I want is money,
here's your chance
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still, I'm just a simple man
All I want is money,
the whole damn world
We gangsterous!
Bitches on niggas, let them think they got game
We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name
We put the P's in
The Game told you what the play was
So it don't matter what you say, cuz
Say Blood, these niggas livin' what they die by
You out here playin' while these
motherfuckin' prophet
Beg your pardon?
D-d-did I stutter?
Pen to the canvas like I'm bob Ross (Bob Ross)
Call me big boss (Big boss)
On the come up like Steve
and
Come on ya'll let's get... Oohhoo!
Aha, let's get oh in here (right now yeah.)
Cookoo, aha, let's get, cookoo, in here
Cookoo, aha, let's get,
Let's Get It Started in here
Runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin' and
In this context
There's no disrespect
So when I bust my rhyme
You break your
that check come in, yours moving slow
That rapper dough, that shit come rápido
Shorty wrapped around my finger
Yeah, i know
But if i don’t blow, then
let's get it started in here, yeah
Let's get ill, that's the deal
At the gate we'll bring the bugged out drill (just)
Lose your mind, this is
Whenever we play (we play)
The revolution now in your ear
Haile Selassie lungs, Bob Marley bong
Marcus Garvey hardy get my black party on
Malcolm X tech, by
“And so, as the Occupy movement comes to a sad
and predictable end here in Washington DC,
we are here to look back at the confusing, interesting
There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed
And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds
For your mental, spirit and physical temple
Bob your
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
Can anybody here pass me a beer
And I'ma keep playing this music that you hear
And if you know the song
Then come and sing along with me
Walking
my Magnum Force
'cause when I lay a nigga out, they come and drag em off
(Y'all niggas crazy) Yo them boys ain't got no remorse
I take a hit of my Bob
shorties wanna hear
Here I come to save the day
I make music for your soul
I make music for your heart
Let a man come take control
Put you in a push to start
couldn't grow
Or the river that said it couldn't flow
Get in and have a go come along have a role
But it seems we sow only seeds of doubt
Just in our head
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
see 'em getting weaker
Walnuts, shake your boobs to the beat
Walnuts, set fire to your seat
Walnuts, make you bob and weave
The second that it's
share flows, when it enter your earhole
Shit, it's a thing of pure beauty
Everything that's spittin' is written by yours truly
Nigga, when Sean write
is a waste of fuckin' time anyway...)
So, anyway...
But if that's your idea of a good time, what the hey?
Send those pants up here!
Here's some more!
to Ishmael
Tiger-skin hammers sittin' by the Benz grill
Not's a hundreds, it's lunch, kid, play fair
Stay here, feed your brother, be's a one, shit
Enough
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