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Left in a daze by the way she
Twirl her tongue on the tip
She's going fast with her bob Then she lick it off slow
Now she's in the consideration
As one

Rock and Roll Sex
DRUGS DRUGS, Rock and Roll Sex

No rest on a roll, one city to the next
Got an ex in Freiburg, got an ex in Paris
2 years with both I

ball through the roof
He just came to my city, this shit is Enormous proof
No I'm not ballin, but I can still score too
You lost by a margin
Yes by

FLEXING
By'MsAxtion




Ok this Axtion Nigga ya better ask somebody
When im out my body that's when I get to the money

And cant nan motherfucker out

to sleep than City Mattress
Huh, ask niggas about the Butch
Especially these lil’ rap niggas
I’m ‘bout to cook, huh
You got a little fag in you just by

Nigga best play by the rules
Ain't dissin on bob I'm a builder but really hate using my tool
Everyone staring amazed by the way we walk into the room
Best

Make way for the nitty, gritty, bitty titty filler
City after city time and crime rap dealer
I don't play football, I'm not a playmaker
My only way

Straight bummin'
Make somethin'
Outta nothin'
Reconstruction
Do be comin'
Turn these streets to
City clubs
When all's said and done
The road is where we run

Atop the news this evening this just in!
Thanks Bob!
Due to extreme technology advancements
I'm able to report to you live here
From what

What's Clef [Bonus Track]

Pras

Ghetto Supastar

1998

hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"
Body moves, the battles, bullets,

Rollin' Wit a Gang

The Dove Shack

This Is the Shack

1995

your head to that gangsta swang
Swiggity swang where we hang where we bang
In the side of the city by the sea
Simply known as Long Beach
As I creep

the deception
They war is decided by the one who has the funs
After 500 of oppression
Your still ah fall for the deception
So divided you can’t make demands

the side
If you wanna get technical
(They would rather see me down
But I run the city now
Try me by me
Boosie fade 
With the wipe me
Ima yup in my white

the f*k we spend
we at the bar buring hundreds end fiftys the next colangelo cause im
balling in my city we blow doe doe every day get down to the nitty

align, construct by design
Take them by surprise, shifting paradigms
Doing my thing and nobody is stopping me
Heartbreak is temporary I am the prophecy

So I'm taking my chances
She
Then we held each other
In the dark
Listening to "Rain"
By Bob James
Ah
Lianne
On Saturday morning
She was nice enough

Looking at 
All this rappers Iv been eating 
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly

I’m a shot (short) caller 
It’s like I’m on the phone with

sleep I see the city at night in my robes
And if you want me get in line there's columns and rows
Designated
Elevated, I'm hella hated
By hell rats so I

gon die by the same hand that helped him eat
Hop right out the Johny wit them long ass sticks
But the vics was posted wit em think I hit the wrong bitch

like fool nigga
I don't really play by the rules
She callin me Bob when I build on that ass
And I hammer her out like a tool
Wait
Chief again prolly

at the Laundromat is convenient
But not very punk rock
My job is to arrange things
Created by other people
Capitalism is the most natural of all social systems

nation tell it
Till ev'ry man has heard.

by Bob Fitts
© 1990 Scripture in Song (Admin. by Integrity's Hosanna! Music)

Lecxs hard like steel yall aluminum foil

We speak in different languages, y'all be acting
Breaking backs wrestling, like Bob Backland
Throw a couple

rung
Tilled by roving Trojans ogling agrostis by
The checkered gonfalon blobbing hymns
Drip out of the creases
Till it's contradance
Bob your hands