Lyrics:
your head bob your head if you feel this
And this the real
Bob your head bob your head if you feel this
I'm over fences
My lifestyle so expensive
I'm
A vulture preying on the dead
The night is young
And so are we
Strike again
We're livin' free
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He says hello, but not goodbye
Bob
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for
would we be if they take our mics from we.
Or better yet strip on might itself
We done it before so I sit by the door
Those that claim but don't really
help me out when I needed help so ima stay by myself
I Got that glock by my belt, all this juice I got like I’m sponsored by Welch, I just been stacking
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
at halftime
So, we looked at dad for a plan to turn the tide
He said, "Son we're not here to have fun"
That whinger's trying to welch me a muck
Tackle him
Australia burned
So did Paradise and Malibu
Seems even the California coast was toast
I was friends with a frog, whose name was Bob.
I was fond of Bob
to the core, mule, I'm a stubborn ass
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's
head too
Bob ya head too, you just you just bob ya head too
You claimed my dream was nothing
Now I'm doing something bout it
And I'm banging on these
that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me going
This
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
name
Jacuzzis were his claim to fame
And you would probably do the same
If he did it to you
His name was: Bob Johnson the hot tub king
He's your man if
got so much to say but
When 16 ain't enough, they on they only give you 16, heh
Man it's like I mean I got so much to say ya know
The world has said so
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
I put In
Not even half of it
She wanna fuck me cause I Followed my dreams
Running through packs
Don't like to trap
But by any means
I cannot lose
My
me and Bob Marley
That we'd need to head to the creek with Chris Farley
Down by the river where my people like to party
Aye, it's like I on't dance
anybody that's talking shit
I'm getting sucked up
Involuntary so all the bitches getting plucked uh
She said I'm scary just by the way I give no fucks uh
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
don't melt
Fuck it that shit bout to melt
I'm in the dark by myself
Got me talking to myself
I did not need any help
When I was needed for some help
I
All by myself don't want rich want the wealth
Purple ass cut, man, that shit look like Welch's
You tried to run it up but you niggas look helpless
spot
So now the secret is out
Welch got em peeping em out
Beast with this speech that i speak hear beats and the demons come out
See how I'm pacing my
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