Lyrics:
aye, who is Bob, aye
She said I'm a sweet soya sauce
I feel like ross
Getting beaten by the boss, yuh
Like a Mario Bros
Movie gang is the Boss
I'm so
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
(City rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh, city rhythm, ooh)
When my heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (ooh)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my
I Got that glock by my belt, all this juice I got like I’m sponsored by Welch, I just been stacking up and watching my wealths, these nickels ain’t
frequencies
'Cause I freak emcee's with the rhythm rock live
(Man, I'd rather point a pistol at ya head and try to burst it)
No jive in the matter, so
Side!
When I pull out the chopper 100 round drum, all hollow
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow,
“Frequencies of Life” lyrics - written and performed by Tyrone (2 Dub Official) Mosby
Life Frequencies
Alright, smooth it out
You know, one thing
cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet,
something I really pursue
Welch's passion fruit I got the Juice
My passion through the roof
Know how it make me feel Whenever I hear them blasting That no
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
This
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
got a hip bone
You niggas fake y'all some silicone
I'm in the dark by myself
Got me talking to myself
I did not need any help
When I was needed for
Australia burned
So did Paradise and Malibu
Seems even the California coast was toast
I was friends with a frog, whose name was Bob.
I was fond of Bob
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
like my name
Was Michael Phelps or somethin' (For real)
They can't do it by their self
They gon' need some help or somethin' (Huh?)
I got tall cash
Your
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
ever slow down
These are the things
Done only by kings
Manifesting these feelings
Before I cut any strings
That are holding me down
An concealing my
got 51 flavors for yall you hear that lighter striking
Grab the loud split it down roll it up we choking Bruh Blowing that Bob Blowing that Bob Bob
Mortal Kombat
Runtz got some muscle, nigga, it's a strong pack
And I nutted on your name where the thong at
Lil' pussies like you, you get violated
Me,
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