Lyrics:
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.
Long
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
Man, those were the days (those were the days)
We listened to the songs Bob Dylan wrote
We sat there stoned and amazed
We forgot to eat, we forgot
like Fabo
I'm back at it Juug man voice Yung Ralph
Bankhead
Hear my song way from Y T C R O B S M M now we YSL venom
Slime Thugger wit it
Slime DK wit
Fabo
I feel like Fabo, I feel just like Fabo
I'm back at it, Juug man voice (Yung Ralph)
Bankhead
Hear my song way from Y-T-C-R-O-B-S-M-M, now we YSL
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
present a night called
Network pick up
Big song sound string up in a day the dancehall tonight everybody gwaan hold a vibes
Roots wine man a drink
my guy said it was my shit
Oh I'mma fall for that shit?
C'mon man I'm from a Chi environment
Exercise my right to stay silent
Smoking Bob Marley but I
Yeuh yeuh yeuh
Check me out now
Check me out now
Go head then..
[Verse 1]
Allow me 2 introduce myself again
Bobs at tha office but bobby ray is in
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
Strippers are fuct, tweakers are fuct, your mom is fuct, and cocaine is fuct, your girlfriend is fuct, by my face shes fuct, by a dog shes fuct, by
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
When the energies crash like a cymbal
Is it the end of the song? Could be the intro
Man, if life could only be this simple
Tell it from the brothels
night, I had an epiphany
My first name just ain't Tiffany
It ain't Tom, Jerry, Bob, or Swedrick
It's Fish
When I'm balls-deep swimming in the ocean
I know
When he ain't so truant
I be out living life while yo man's so Truman
Don't think just move it
I bounce
Swoop another bag up by the ounce
Ya- ya'll be
and long
And I always felt that maybe our home was blessed
When daddy would say mama sing a song
Let see sister left home first I guess
And there was Bob
He took a sip from his can, and asked me if I had any songs by a man called Bob Marley
I said I did, started to play one and he sang and danced along
Song: Tini Bop
Written and performed by Santini The Great and Chingy
Intro: Interstella on the beat boy
Tini Bop ( laugh)
Hook: Tini bop , you
comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back
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