Lyrics:
So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your
some Scrabble on Sunday?
Why don't we all go to the beach next weekend?
Bob, we're having people in Bobby...
Saturday night...
Bobby
Bobby
it say I was a beast over beats or
That somehow I schemed?
Seems like I should flee (Like I should flee)
I'm like a flea (I'm like a flee)
Be be all I
You got some swagger? Better let it show
Take your swagger with you to the A, and roll it back out to the bay
Now bob your head, then look away
Now
on envelopes. He is quoting the rosary prayers
and is now describing his daily personal encounters with Mary,
his guardian. It is interesting. A week ago I
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
cut class and ditch it
Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (sniff it)
Cadillac from a K Car, my ass from a hole in the ground, still can't tell 'em
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
no you and me
There is just a blob
We could call it God
We could call it Bob
Hi Bob
Thanks for being
So complete
Thanks for putting me at ease
Thanks
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
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
to stay, I'm southward bound
Murray Hill scares me away, SoHo is my ground
No LES & no Kitchen in Hell
All I need is the key to the 503 At the Crosby Street
running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
English teacher saying
Now I'm going to read a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
And all the way through the only thing I could ponder
As his silver tongue
over your head's where my lyricism's going
When your head level's so low it appears that you're limboing
Never tip-toeing
I'm a book that's ripped open
day of my doggone life)
It's not over (hey, hey, baby)
It's not over ('cause I want ya, I need you right now)
It's not over (right by my side, yeah)
Didn't lose my soul I gave it up by choice
Now you all can hear the devil in my voice
So seductive i make j cole's girl moist
Now getting girls at my shows
I go the quicker the sand
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Yeah, and everything, it all comes crashing down
And every deed, it all comes back around
And every thing
Rhonda: (broadway-style fake singing)
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to ride
To chicago every day, oh...
Thing-fish:
the day away, jump all over town
'Causes jumpin' is okay in a jumpin' kinda way, hey
Jump a boy, jump a girl, jump a rope, jump for joy
Just don't stop
the day away, jump all over town
'Causes jumpin' is okay in a jumpin' kinda way, hey
Jump a boy, jump a girl, jump a rope, jump for joy
Just don't stop
just popped out wit 2 glocks I refuse to tussle
Dissin' on my mans now his ass up in that stout
Speaking on my name better take it out y'all mouth
I be
to where it hadn't been
My brother Jamal, he can rest in peace
Just knowin' you helped man get where they're goin'
All makes sense in the mind of a poet
was the FBI, deep at the call
'cause if they make us all panic then they can start martial law
Chorus:
I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
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