Lyrics:
you're bathroom
Try to tell me this beat is dead
That's just cos I murder it
Get it in your head like a song on the radio
Ain't impressed by a popstar
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
've already envisioned what the world looks like
So when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice
That's why I read a lot of books, so I got straight A's
got no friends, man
Ain't got no future planned
Just Barney, my fiddle and the forest and I Bob T
"Fiddle, eh?"
"Yup. Here, let me show you what i
Chris Classic:
I tell you what the rhythm and lose you!
Theodore:
I got us all what get on your nerves
Get on your nerves, get on your nerves
I got us
from The Winding Stair to the center of the arched
bridge I watch the dance of Dublin slow, falter, change rhythm as
the embered waves sink, the flame
bee-lined for his house
The clowns breathing got heavy
Bob yelled and he screamed
And he begged for help
But there was none forthcoming
He was all by himself
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up
Miss KeKe P, lookin' extra glossy
Got a pep your style, lookin' extra flossy
I'm bossy, but I keeps it cute
With my
to be the New York City rhythm in my life
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
In my life
When I'm out for love or sin, oh it's good
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
Swing, you get up and dance and do your own thing
Cause I got the groove to make your eardrums ring
And I bring this, to all the party people that
without an artist
A Hip-hop without a hip and a hop
Trying to bring hope to the young kids in the hood
Cause I was inspired by the art
That’s why my music
nigga! Yeah
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I'm that nigga that you heard about by word of mouth
They probably say I change the music in the dirty south
Now that
Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Bob Harris (keyboards, trumpet,
on and a tree on my boots
Got that Chi-town swagger and I rocks it full
Yes, Mudville, baby, we don't take no bull
We keep it rockin' when we move our hips
Do
Servin' left to (right) right to (left)
And it's mandatory the Doc must be (def)
As I swing my rhythm to the beat of the drum
If you can't catch my
nothing but a Brown party.
That's on, going on and got it going on.
Bob and Ted's rated number one so flow on it
And if you're in the house pump your
Let me tell you what I want what I want
I'm gonna tell you when the night is over girl
I got no time to fool around (Fool around)
You betta stop
believe me, sweetie
I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy
I got mad friends with Benzes
C notes by the layers, true fuckin' players
Jump in
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
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 the chronic by the tree
"I
circles
Fuck her til she purple bucking yeah
Chicken clucking
Bedroom fucking
Biggie
Welch's grape dinner plate
Got the little kids yelling fuck jake
Got
Hey
Ah, ah
It's Bob
Yo
Escape with the rhythm
I take what I'm given
And break my way through the hatred
And make my sacred religion
I feel awakened
You're the reason why
I got my hands to the sky
Don't let the rhythm pass you by
So my legs my keep walking
Ain't no talking
When we fling our hands
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