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right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?
Could it be Bill or Jim
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback
Four by four,
Shit Word
I bust that niggas ass right now
Ain't none of those niggas can fuck
What nigga you can never fuck me my nigga
I'll fuck you up right now
Ay yo, this that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he put his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got
Bob
Like the devil knows hell
I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you
'bout his 67 smells
Well enough to tell you
He's a hell-a-swell fellow
Well
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
like a kite, it wouldn't cost a price
And even if it did it always be right, just like I'm Bob Barker
When I speak, pay attention, go over my words
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
right now under the influence
But if you'd just torch those that say I shouldn't do this
Bob Marley'd out, at least 'til I'm back by the lake
But I
operator
If you need help, try, try again
Try, try again
[Wyclef Jean]
I got it started to my face
I got it started to my face
and goals that I know i'm achieving
I gotta do it before I think about leaving
If something get in my way then i'm bob and weaving
And I know I cannot let up
Wicklow Street, directly across from the college. Her
face is shielded by the red hood but I can tell it is a woman
by her lithe, graceful, catlike
wrong
[Chorus]
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line, you're gonna pay
Into the dawn before the light
Live or die by shades of gray
We
that you feel it, shine
The rap is by fleezyfleez, beat is by HMX
Beats hard makes your head bob until you break your neck
Lyrics like an ancient text,
Benz with a cellular phone
See his diamonds and gold, call him Big Bank Bob
Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job
This is not a song I
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Make sure nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Bob praise be to Nero's
operator
If you need help, try, try again
Try, try again
[Wyclef Jean]
I got it started to my face
I got it started to my face
to my face, right?
What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation?
Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be kiddin'!
You call my name four times on a record?
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
and my, me and my, me and my
Me and my, me and my friends
Jacky's eyes are closed but he's right on course
Because he's guided by the invisible force
He
runnin' this well taker, earth shaker
3 point gunnin' this
Get out the lane, I'm comin' through
And if you don't wanna move then
I'm comin' right through
don't recognize my face but they catch a glance
Some talk about what they'd do with me if they had the chance
Some see and seize me right place
than this shit
Like what you gonna do about that
Like oh yeah, that's right yawl aint do shit
They tryna lock me up, and they rubbing me up and they
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