Lyrics:
naked and led me by hand
She had her way with me and vice verse
So good told her imma put that ass in a verse
Ha here we are full circle
She asleep now
reach you
Send a SOS I can’t reach you
I put the mess in message
Notice me waiting
For notifications
Check my DM late in the PM
Lost myself tell me have
the entire state
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I
Well it was Friday in the P.M.
And just like every weekend
I was ready to throw down
Yeah, I get a little tore up
So I call my bros up to meet me
like the stooges, or goddamn musketeers
So come on Hopper Bob, it’s time for another round
We’ve got some hell to raise, and good times to go down
I know
So, presently I'm standing
Here right now, you're so demanding
Tell me what you want from me
Hey
Yeah
Sundown
Eight PM it's touchdown
I'm tryna hit
Ah, ah, ah, ah (bow, dow, dow, dow)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
We are millions and millions
We're coming to get you
We're protected by unions
So don't let
flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he
Christmas to you, my dear Bob!”
And Scrooge was better than his word,
He did it all and so much more.
And Tiny Tim didn't die
The man stood always by his
Ah, ah, ah, ah (bow, dow, dow, dow)
Ah, ah, ah, ah
We are millions and millions
We're coming to get you
We're protected by unions
So don't let
, that's good, how's the music?
Uh, even better bro I got a tape out
Oh shit, that sounds fire, imma check it out
So uh what brings you to the office
Ight
I'd like to address
Pac was never set up by Stretch (let it rest)
I stepped to him at Bryant Park so we could speak direct
He didn't disrespect, we
'Cause it's pretty hard to find a good man
Who gives a god damn...
When he's treated like Job by the powers that be
What are the rest of us fucks
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope, not
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
Can I get an Amen? Woo!
So that's right BoB
When you stand on the shoulders
Of those who came before
You might just see far enough to realize
And by
the builder
See the irony cuz
It ain't really pavin'with us
Irony sounds like Iron me
PM so bad everyone be riotin'
Send secret service
Nah girl it's too tiring
deh
you man shout out wing when i see them
i feel like i don’t need a deal
so this year i might just run for PM
i had it make it out alive so i faked
be claiming that she fine
So then why you using filters
Homeboy say he stacking bricks
Man you must be Bob the Builder
Oh my God yea on God
Y'all be
read: 'THE COOLS'
oh no, oh no
this can't be so
we're in The Cools
friday at the show
Mugshot play 'the brews'.
Grand:PM was good
but their singer
And straight to hell, got an impaled by the gates
So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
While I sashayed around flames with a match and I gave him the gas face
'Cause that pretty round thing looks good to me
Slow down
Never seen anything so lovely
Now turn around
And bless me with your beauty, cutie
'Cause that pretty round thing looks good to me
Slow down
Never seen anything so lovely
Now turn around
And bless me with your beauty, cutie
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