Lyrics:
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause
(I love it when you call me Big Poppa)
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
(I love it when
Written by bob welch.
For a little peace in any season
I'd give up anything but your love
I don't want to trade, tryin' to be happy
That's only
struggled, and his dad was a ghost
Still Bob was money when you needed him most
That was so long ago now it's been twenty years
Hit the class reunion have
Written by bob welch.
Don't think your dreams are sane
They're taking over your life
I stuck to you but I found out
That you was the crazy kind
Now
Written by bob welch.
Go on, you know you're only one
Set me free
You take me up and turn around
But let me in
Take this shadow from my eyes
new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's
by the tree cuz
Chorus:
[I love it when you call me Big Poppa]
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa
[I love it when you call me big
by the tree cuz
Chorus:
[I love it when you call me Big Poppa]
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa
[I love it when you call me big
new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's
myself
And that love neck to neck
With my wealth and
I'm so full of myself
I just belched
And this pussy stay juicy
Like welch you see it
I know you see it
Hey Bobby
Why are you stayin' in here in this shadow?
Come over by the fire
I'll have a drink with you
This is our house now
So let's act like
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
diss it, while real hop-hippers listen
Started by Afrikan Bambaata, so you and your partner
Gather your thoughts (ninety-six gon' be that year)
To refine the purest of kings
And even though I know this fire brings me pain
Even so and just the same
Make it rain
Make it rain down, Lord
Make it
do
What I wanna do, do
So I have to choose, choose
Oh by the way?
If you wanna checkmate, I don't mind
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I'm gonna celebrate my life
In Hollywood they have a different language that they speak
It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week
It's found inside
no you and me
There is just a blob
We could call it God
We could call it Bob
Hi Bob
Thanks for being
So complete
Thanks for putting me at ease
Thanks
decided to banish the Old Flute away;
They couldn't knock heresy out of its head
So they bought Bob another to play in its stead.
And the Old Flute was
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
a friend i got sauce for two
We was walkin in the rain now we coppin coupes
Call me bob the builder how im pulling out the tool
If you talkin bout some cash
everybody know
Gotta take it low, to the floor
From The Hills, to the streets of the ghetto
Hips don't lie, so move 'em up
We ain't gon' stop, till we see
Every time it rains, all I think about is you
I wanna call you but you're gone
And like the sky I'm feeling blue
Can't let it stop me, even in
and looking
I just look right back
Permanent sun
No rain
We're so crazy, he's so sane
Friendship forbids
Anything bitter
A person like Bob doesn't
first 8-Ball at 120
Broke it drown and flipped it for 3
Did it a couple times, flipped OZs
From there, I was on my way keys
Got saved by the rap game
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