Lyrics:
Always had the sauce, Now I’m on defrost
Way too cold now, heating up like a stove
W the pots bob ross paint brush talk
Water based flow and u know I
been thinking bout?"
Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
To pass the time
Had someone shave his
Bob-o-mani.
Så I en stol på en bar i en by sidder Bobby og spiller om en hel masse penge.
Det er poker, kabale, uno, per og whist - og det ka han gøre længe.
Lights, cameras, you know what the rest is
He has traits of what one of the best is
Who got the juice, I got the juice I'm bringing Welch's
We've got
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
"I
and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall
Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall
Now I
've been down so low just to get me up by drinkin' anything I can find
But now when they say Jones what are you on I just smile and say, loveshine.
I found
the water is dead
Bob Marley, I'm burnin'
Bob Marley, I'm burnin'
Got me ballin' like Irving
And the world keep turnin'
In a suburban, I'm swervin'
They left us by the roadside
Down hearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel
Said boys I'm going home
We turned around to face our fate
told his men to turn us loose
They put down their guns
He said these are just some
Sorry kids, they ain't the ones
[Chorus]
They left us by
gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
I was layin' in the bar ditch prayin' I would die
When a light come on above us
'm home alone
Hmm
Pretty bitch, nickname my pussy Welch's
Out in Boston, tryna fuck on one them Celtics
I need a nigga like Franklin, not like Elvis
I
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
been thinking bout?"
Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
To pass the time
Had someone shave his
В сердце ложь
В спине нож
Ты не выкупаешь тела дрожь
(Beats by Triller)
В сердце ложь в спине нож
Ты не выкупаешь тела дрожь
В сердце ложь в спине
up wiggle pull your pants up
If ya ass fat make it clap to this anthem
Ass all jelly so she cant help it
Sweat pants musta been made by Welch's
Cheeks
Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
"I
do my thang then
[Verse 1:]
Ol' bitch ass nigga make me laugh
Can't even bust Welch's grape
My fault dey hoes in my face
I pump dey mouths just like
don’t have to pay for shit I’m a rap star
Hook
Bob your head to the beat till your neck breaks
My lines are fortified like Kevlar chest platess
Cutting
Last week, uh, in Nashville, Bob Dylan, one of the top writers
Well, I don't need to tell you who Bob Dylan is
The greatest writer of our time was
Verse 1
Preacher Bob was a man from Tennessee
He grew up down there near the Mississippi
Preacher Bob lectured in History
way down way down in
people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I'm a low brow but I rock
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
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