Lyrics:
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal
I got artillery lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet proof vest
Nothin'
on me. I got whatchu need
I'm resurrecting funky rhythms
That'll move yo feet
At least bob yo head
Maybe touch yo soul
Chiza-Bam by my side
Coastslide we
(Gift of Gab)
And I come like this
(scratched)
I've got a few things I wanna say
(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not stay
'cause
cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet,
us
Niggas want beef, but I just be laughing at niggas like they bob’s burgers
Now why they wanna act like that
Like a boss nigga ain’t up next
Got
to move by doin' that boogie woogie rhythm
Born to boogie, yeah
Born to boogie, yeah, full of rhythm
Born to boogie, yeah, one more time
Ooo, that's the motion
Two minutes, got her open
Bob Marley, always smoking
Ooo, that's the motion
Only needed two minutes, I got her open
Living
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
D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
laser beaks they bite and burn the resistance
Trampled by robot legs no one thing is safe
Everyone will bow down when Bob Venke flies
Bob Venke is
I just wanna say
I love y'all
Stay strong fam
Дякую за спогади, Бобрівко
Another year in the books, gotta be grateful
Glad I partook cause Bob be
rhythm
Got (It could always be worse)
(Woo) it could always be worse
You could always not matter to me
I know I make you feel bad
But you ain’t ever hurt
And you sweet like a welch's drink
Watch me so hard your neck get a kink
We like some vessels who here to think
We bout to blow no one holding the strap
Put
is rented
you don't pay the bill they finna come get it
yeah i got the bowl in a submission
looking like Kurt Angle
condo with the bird angle
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
over me
I got him tatted on my hand made by the almighty
Bob Marley in the middle of the night
Bob Marley make me feel so right yeah
Bob Marley yes im
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
led by the blind)
Because the mouth lie with words but the heart don't
Many change up with the seasons fall apart like leaves
If you tune while I
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C notes by the layers, true da life players
Jump in
I'LL ScIL 'EM UP cND DOWN,
I'LL ScIL 'EM UP TO BOB CcY, I'LL ScIL 'EM UP cND DOWN,
ScIL BOcT, ScIL BOcT, ScIL BOcT, ScIL,
WRITTEN BY KIRKLcND BODIE,
me
Surrounded by day ones
No pussy niggas next to me
Last pussy nigga played with fire
Got third degree
I don't think he gone survive
Choppa sing like
Leather Jackets
And pushing goose is what got me by
Was in the hood
Like dirty corners and liquor stores
I hustled women
Wilt chamberlain
Dangerous
Walnuts, got a schtick you won't believe
Walnuts, keep it light, keep it clean
Walnuts, take it easy on your knees
I call 'em like I see 'em and I
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