Lyrics:
the camp
And my 202 keeps me marvelous
I guess Mars was my hideaway
But if the stars for a getaway
Since I'm capable, I conjure up the walk in this
of Time and Space can hold me down, down
We all Share our Crowns with the Family we have Found
Surrounded by the Sound, Surrounded by the Sound
Surrounded
I popped a pill
Went straight to astronomy
Pulled up in a rock fit like Bob Sagat
Sip red with a white bitch
Candy cane
What would the game be
try something new tonight, are you down?
[Chorus:]
Let's have a Menage A Trios, you me and my guitar
Let's have a Menage a trios, you me and my guitar
down fast and ah shake ass
Me give the gyal one and she say she want three
She six thirty for me shatta Weezy
Fi one fifty the gyal drop pon she knee
Well I ain't shaking off shit but the dirt
That I accumulated by digging down doing work
I love you mama thank you for trying to keep me in church
But
the whole damn world
We gangsterous!
Bitches on niggas, let them think they got game
We sent them hoes, them hoes know Bob by they name
We put the P's in
pores,droppin'
From the open skies, soul devine
Floatin' by like a star shoving
I self destruct from a single press of a wrong button
I am the man that discovered
Nigga meet me by the bar
Bridge:
Shake it off shake it off take it off
break it off break it off make it soft (4X)
Brrr (we be clubbin') uhh (uhh)
stars
They know who we are (Where we going?) WESTSIDE
Nigga meet me by the bar
[Bridge: ]
Shake it off shake it off take it off
Break it off
The nighttime hears the wheels rush by
While lovers are fast asleep
There's Bob Wills and a ten piece band Rollin in an ol' Flex Bus
He played last night in
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
Okay, rich mother fucker home 505
From the east side of town where you don't drive by
What's that sound? It's another drive-by
Always got a mask
me 2 years imma be in a wraith
The car with the stars in the roof like space
12s in the trunk make the steering wheel shake
Trap nigga turn a 7
attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."
"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
got to throwing swings, I had to bob n weave
Nigga please, yo bitch broke, she wear bobs and weaves
Imma chop this nigga down like a bonsai tree
Sweet
Awake in the night
Lie down in the garden my spirit will rise
Wild features crinkles by my eyes
That's where you will find me
I won't apologise
I
you down on yo ass
Stay down till you blow then you straight for life
Ain’t gon waste my life
Shawty shake it right
Nigga stalking the car brudda take
recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics consistent, never quit
Super star write hits
Come have
so we gon' check his mate like chess
Shimmy, shimmy, yeah, dick make her shake down to her legs, uh
Careful how you talk, this pistol bark like DMX
shake this feeling that I
Need to do something greater than I can see
For you, for me, when I
Finally find my epiphany, but I
Want to be happy as
Long
what'd you expect
When you walk in baby love begins
When you walk by baby ooh my my
When you come around, my jaw hits the ground
When you shake your
bossin' it don't matter what it's costing
Tossing deuces out the roof, but that coupe
While I ride by, players chucking deuces back
Bobs holl'in out "hi"
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