Lyrics:
(Woo-ha)
Stoney Bob want a snack
(Woo-ha)
Stoney Bob got the pack
(Woo-ha)
What's the craps on the motherfuckin' fucked that line up?
Nice
You make
an afro
If you need that work just hit my cellphone
I got the pallet and the balance
Got the hammer and the mallet
Bang
Chains on, Bob Ross tee, that's
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
The reddish-brown one
Bob, ain't that a bitch?
Oh
Gotcha
Got ya
Hey Bob, if you're out there, let me see you dance
You said you was funky
C'mon
C'mon
getting money you cant tell me how to do it
Pull up in a rolls and I told you that's my new whip
Side by side when we sliding it be tandem
Tell me what's
'cause 'e fucked me up by tryin to tell me…
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: If 'e'd o' come up to the riser...
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: Look...
Steve: Nicko.
ring
And you don't wan' answer
But it ain't still me cus' sway framed sit on my face so i'm moving smarter
Glasses on every place i'm stepping
rhyme bouquet (you be buggin')
Well I bugs like roaches on rugs
Speaker of the bone like the speaks in my loans
Give me the night, baby, and I'll be
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
would have called me out
And said, "You ripped off Bill Evans"
I asked the guys, "Who is this guy, anyhow?"
"It's Bill Evans," he said "One
with me everyday. And everyday I'm trying, you know, how I can be less of a mess. 'cause you know, he showed me, Look Lauryn, you know, You
SO LONG,
cND IF U KNOW BOUT ScILIN' BOY, HELP ME SING DIS SONG,
CHORUS:
VERSE#4:
I LOOK FROM Dc STERN, I COMIN' FROM BEHIND,
PURPLE BOcT, YELLOW
talk, trap talk if you bein' specific
And I'm all about my bread, I need that in a jiffy
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
home again
I look my wrist I got a big ben
Man This lifestyle costly
Cross a man like crosby
Aint talkin bout ps than you lost me
Its a good chance that
ass she sucks
You see me drivin by in a bentley fuckin truck
Behind me are blue lights they won't cat ch me fuck the cops
Dickheads always in DM's they
By day I'm a workin' man,
Layin' bricks or layin' pipe.
I don't stand out in a crowd;
Just look like one of the guys.
Little do they know,
When
Gotta get bob to jail it's been five days since he skipped his bail and
He got a D.U.I and now he's facing time
Gotta get bob to jail
Gotta get bob
Nicko: He was, 'cause he fucked me up by tryin to tell me...
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: If he'd of come up to the riser...
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: Look
said, I'll see you in hell But the Kennedys knew all too well
There's a New York version of everyone, whatever that means
You get your fortune told by
The reddish-brown one
Bob, ain't that a bitch?
Oh
Gotcha
Got ya
Hey Bob, if you're out there, let me see you dance
You said you was funky
C'mon
C'mon
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