Lyrics:
I can't see through all the fog
6ix supply the kicks like karate
I was fighting with the idea of smoking' again
And now I got my green belt
cobra rhythm
Feeling kinda confident, confident, confident
Cuz i got that cobra, cobra, cobra rhythm
Cobra heads high, lurker slide by
With a cobra rythm
Bobby baby...
Bobby bubi...
Angel, I've got something to tell you Bob...
Rob-O...
Robby, love...
Bobby, honey...
Bobby, we've been
tonight
And we are gonna dance to the rhythm of the waves
While we drink Bacardi by the bonfire flames
If you really wanna know where you can find me
I
now.
I lay back let my head bob, keep on thinkin' 'till my heads strong.
Never back down.
Got my head in the clouds now look up!
Yea I lay back let
mommy (I'm hustling, hustling)
(Have that cash on the deck)
You see me walking by, don't deny me
I just pulled up in this cart (cart)
Got your
myself and never did I once complain
I gained it by myself
Diamonds glisten in my ring
Cash grows
New clothes
Got it all from rap flows
Red soles
Like
cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet,
got time to kill
I'm intricate to be up in it
So I defend every minute, cons hoping for dimes to deal
Perimeters occupied by a few chosen
To take
Evans
Bob Evans, yeah, I got that association, Bob Evans"
I was with my friend's sister Debbie
When I was 18 in Ohio at a local thrash metal show
We
hit up my line.
if u want me to come by.
Be there in 10, Let me know when, let’s take a ride.
When the rhythm calls your name.
Take a hold of it i say
survive.
It's got to be the New Y ork 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
on the beat like Tebow
The Godfather rap like my name Bob de Niro
How many hits you got?
Zero
But I got a lot so kneel down for your hero
7180
My blood in this
Oh, oh
What I got, you got to give it to your mama
What I got, you've got to give it to your papa
What I got, you got to give it to your
Oh, oh
What I got, you got to give it to your mama
What I got, you've got to give it to your papa
What I got, you got to give it to your
your necks
We got five minutes for us to disconnect
From all intellect and let the rhythm effect
To lose this inhibition, follow your intuition
Free
your necks
We got five minutes for us to disconnect
From all intellect and let the rhythm effect
To lose this inhibition, follow your intuition
Free
And runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin, and runnin' runnnin' and
In this context, there's no disrespect
So when I bust my rhyme, you break ya necks
We got
your necks
We got five minutes for us to disconnect
From all intellect and let the rhythm effect
To lose this inhibition, follow your intuition
Free
the porch
Like a nigga got that itch
I swing homeruns
All these niggas bag and pitch
Fugazy ass nigga
Looking for an ass to kiss
I made something from nothing
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
to get em satan has the rhythm
We gon have to give em antivenom
Iso ayo I got dark matters that
CERN ain't even concerned with
Doing donuts around Saturn
I got more love than anything else
But a Jezebel spirit gonna steal my health
Struck by the notion that it just might be
A method to the madness that
been thinking bout?"
Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
To pass the time
Had someone shave his
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