Lyrics:
and turn our cursive like
A game of quidditch with an animal
We lost you but we got you back
By gradually holding this fort down
Annual, continuous, heads
rock candy
Who's gonna get control
Who'll become the pillbox dandy
Move over rock move along rock and roll
Bobby waits for Suzy by the Tower of Doom
Note: This song is inspired by real Doc quotes. Every single fucking line was spoken, I shit you not. Viewer discretion is advised.
Jerry: “King
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
from the car, step away from the car
We're a wild and rowdy bunch when you pass us by
Bobby's buggin' baby sister and makin' her cry
If I have
about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.
KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are
of cottonmouths try'na start a problem now
Talkin' shit when I am not around and I'ma knock you out
This that Bobby Boy logical jam
Sad that he left the game but
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
It's just me by my lonesome
Lonesome
4,3,2, now I'm on 1
On 1
Over here you don't want none
Want none
Call me Najje the son of a gun
I hold it down
and Christ gave me his passion
Father help us, police doing target practice with real bodies
Mommas in the streets, crying, standing over a still body
Major Kartel
What’s up Envi
1 Million 2 Million 3 Million
Look...
Reach A Million By December
Off This Family Hustle (Grinding)
There's a light on yonder mountain
And it's callin' me to shine
There's a girl over by the water fountain
And she's askin' to be mine
And Jesus
Sunday AFTERNOON
(Written by Bobby Brown, Derek "DOA" Allen, and Kenny Finnel)
Yeah, on the re-make ????? Sunday afternoon, yo
DOA, bring it to me,
Jersey
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car
it girl im ready you can get it rite na
Bend that ass over tryna hit it rite na
Saving aint me baby I can spend it rite na
This shit inspired by nipsey
pick they phones up
I know suh, hang it up no clicking over
I ain't gon' hold ya'
I put the pain on ya' fader
They didn't ask to cut the yard
Papi with
that y'know?
Nah no doubt though aight?
(here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh
[Nelly]
You know I,
that y'know?
Nah no doubt though aight?
(here.. we.. come..) Here we come now girl!
(all ov-er.. you..) Baby girl, uhh uhh
[Nelly]
You know I,
your gear ain't shit your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit nigga your whips ain't shit
Bobby you ain't shit nigga I'm the shit
Stay fucking with diggies
Or turn entrepreneur
Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney
I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy
I oneder if I will ever blow
If not
down, your music's influenced by Whitney Bobby pills
While I am on fire, been gettin that Ricky Bobby feel
My cognitive ability decline's not beginning
my nigga uhh
Problem, then solve it my nigga
She can't go nowhere involving my niggas
Excuses day by day but i won't stay to hear bout none of that
her wetter than tsunami
All my shit profound like it was made by Murakami
Got that shit on, yeah all these people watching
Money over women, that's how
[Intro: Understanding (RZA)]
Explosive mic Bobby trap rap books
The game isn't over, til the kings go wild
A brilliant virtuous doctor, in the 21st
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