Lyrics:
You've got to bob and weave
Come on bob and weave
And when you do
Let your neck snap, too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's alright
Well now jerk, children,
You've got to bob and weave
Come on bob and weave
And when you do
Let your neck snap, too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's alright
Well now jerk, children,
you all my life I don't know your name
(The name's European Bob Sordid, anyway)
We'll have a dance now see ya later
Pleased to meet ya - likewise,
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again,
why'all done did it, supper ready why'all come get it
Now who 'gon stop me block me pop lock me knock me
Jamaica posse most high Haile Selassie
Allah
blastin', she orgasm like a singer
Sweet, wet pussy got all over my fingers
Now I'm sniffin' my hand, all sippin' the plan
Got the pedal to the floor,
snitching
If them folks get behind me it be a whole lot of chasing
Cause I ain't pulling over be a whole lotta arresting
What?
Ain't a damn thing change
all the way
O what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh
Now the ground is white
Go it while you're young
Take the girls tonight
And sing
the bigger picture I'll
Put you six feet under
Go to talk to Bob Ross
Painted so vividly
Sold for a Mil a piece
Over in Sicily, Italy
(Top Drop Top drop
on the move
Over to you Bob
Over to you
Uh Bob?
Oh shit
Yeah, uh
Gunshots apparently heard, have all of the parents concerned
Such a tragedy that this
deserve it
Without the Hermes, you'd have a hurtin'
You knew that you was destined for greatness, for certain
You see the over-zealous, they be
can only agree
And somehow I saw Bob with a knife
And he was ready to do it
He was ready to end his life
I hugged him, begged him not to continue
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tails ring
Making spirits bright
agenda
Serve niggas over these bars like bartenders (yes!)
I bob cats while shooting like guard Kemba
Hard in the paint, I stretch it, Lew Alcindor
F it
right)
It was a mess, all the taxes and accounts (what?)
Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't by an ounce (hell yeah)
And now that we platinum,
ears hear us now
[Soup]
I put the Bob in the Bob Diddy
Spit it for y'all city
Use what Allah give me
Flip it if y'all wit me
Kinda black kinda
week my girl was stressin' me
Now her best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
me, the Three will rise
One view away from hip-hop's demise
Don't let us be exposed 'cause then it's game over and that's all she wrote, motherfucker,
the problem, ok, I'm going to show you how you're causing the problem, and now I want you to be the solution. And that's what all of these songs are about, just,
know who else
And there'll be others I suppose
Oh no, that's over with
You know Bob
Nora is the prettiest
Girl I've ever known
She's just as beautiful
when I thought it couldn't get no better
Nigga hit me on my chirp, got all my cheddar
All wondering why I got this shit runnin like a shower
Big bag
'cause my time is now
I'm no god but believe all y'all heads gone bow
Pay me my respects, it's been well over do
I been patient, but I'm impatient to tell
Then I thought, who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone?
I'm gonna be a PIRATE on the river Saskatchewan!!!
Yarr....
'Cause it's a heave-ho, hi-ho,
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