Lyrics:
the passport, get the ID'S
Help out ghetto youth like these
Who fa face a go, go paan money?
If a nuh me, a Bob Marley and the high trees
Bob Marley and the high
of me, too
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I've drunk with Willie Harbach (19)
Also Roger Stauback (20)
Wriggled pretty far back
When you start
me the Grail!
ZOOT: Oh, you have suffered much! You are delirious!
GALAHAD: L-look, I have seen it! It is here, in the--
ZOOT: Sir Galahad! You
rapper, don't you dare try
Anyone with a pair of eyes can look and see
No legacy will ever be next to me or near by
Though I invite you all to try, hey, I'm
treasure you
If you let me treasure you
Ahh look at here, look at here
Well look at here, look at here
Ah what do we have?
Another pretty thang ready for
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
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
reached his hand
To try and touch a machine not made by man
But the gravity it made he could not withstand
And man I wish I'd seen it
Bob Lazar
Bob Lazar
I'ma pop a roxy
Walking out to paparazzi
Yeah we on an e-way off some E aye
Kicking it with my shawty
Yeah we posted at the Crosby
Rolling doja not
rhyme is a punch
But I could beat him with bitch smacks
Alright look man you called me an immigrant
Pfft you wanna call me a Arab?
Talk shit about that
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
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
sitting, Bob was a fool
But folks are ignoring our scientific tools
Look around see the troubles we’ve got
Our planet is becoming Bob’s hot pot
When will
I mean, you can claim herbut we tossed her
Most of these bitches ain't mine
She fucking off look at herlook at her!
The wolfs of south beach!
Look
again
Look what you've done
Where you arrived
Look what you've done
I'm by your side
So I assured me I wasn't dreaming anymore
I kicked me bad
in Mississippi,
Wanted man in ol' Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado,
Or Georgia by
look
you do it all by the book
you a clone now hoe this ain't dial Jones
now hurry on home or give a dog here a bone
no point intended
yo shit
B.O.B
Give it to em shawty
I'm eons and eons beyond these peon's
Another human like me there will never be one
The planet that I'm from, I can't
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you
I'm going places you can't even picture
Look at me now
I'm making moves that you can't even figure
Look at me now
Wherever they need it I'm there
(Linda:) Bob?
(Bob:) Hmm?
(Linda:) Mickey's playing his calypso again, can you say something?
(Bob:) You go.
(Linda:) C'mon! Get up!
(Bob:) All
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin' high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
Ayo this is no lie
Me and my niggas
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