Lyrics:
Oggi non ci penso e vado al Mc
Vado al Mc
Vado al Mc
Vado al Mc
Vado al Mc
Vado al Mc
Vado al Mc drive
Bella bro
Sai che c'è
Prendo un toast
I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move, because you're standing still
Walk the line, Johnny show me what your cash can do
Top gun, think I'm
means I was retarded
Drank tequila
Hammered like Bob Vila in her apartment
I walked outside with Tom Knight, drunk
And we came up with this great idea
it up, yeah
Ay, bob your head to the new life, say what
You won't ever catch me down 'cause I always fly up
Give a toast to this new life, say what
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
Feeling like Calvin when he got that job
Like bad girl Riri when she got that bob
Like the first black girl in the white school
Like the first rap
Bill ain't a sucka
Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker
Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me
I'm dead so pass the bob G
fallin
For me
It's always a movie witchu
Not NLE but I'll take a Tom wit me when I cruise
If u step up yo yard'll get stomped by my dudes
Like a football
Rough house C.O.B
Hold up
Shady in this bitch too
Toast to the good life
Toast to the good life
Toast to the good life man
Uh, living good are we
Bob with the beat. Mob with team
I'm wanna be next up I'm not, but I might be
All the way to the top now sight see
Sit back I'm chillin like an ICEE
to me
More Buffett more beer ah ha yeah I'll play any song that you want to hear
A Bob Marley song or a sing along a little Jack Johnson yeah you can't go
the recipe
All your pain and anger
Wash into a crimson sea
He who filled your ocean
Sinks not but bobs afloat
Your sweet menstruation
Will capsize his boat
Weight on me like the clock of Flava Flav
By the end of this song I dug a grave
To bury these bitter succubus'
I'm a man on a mission
A galactic decision
suites
Like Zack and Cody
Life is what we make
It out to be
Wise like
Like Master Yoda
Raise a toast
To my opponents
Use the force
To keep my balance
Laurel and Hardy, Paul McCartney, Bob or Damian Marley
Rhyme like butter wouldn't melt
I got toast and jam, no Hartley
And a symbiote need a host, I'm
Artsy emcee solving equations in Farsi
To bob marley’s catalogue
The world never ended you had it wrong
Kids of the 5th babylon
Sending you and your
Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine
Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with Rastas
For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas
I own so many
plottin
Peepin' Tom's in my home
Lookin in my window
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
There lived a nigga named Knoc-Turn'al
America's most
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
around
Let's put the track aside
I fuck with Classified
Big balls, she suck my dick she gonna move the sack aside
Don't fuck with rappin guys
That toast
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.
Long
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
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