Lyrics:
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
Bitch I'm hot you need some ice
Just to cool me down
I do not fuck with you dummy
You a fucking clown
Rolling with some bad bitches
Know we come
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)
Po-wer music,
nigga! Yeah
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I'm that nigga that you heard about by word of mouth
They probably say I change the music in the dirty south
Now that
He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years
Till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do
Now that he can't drink?
The Doctor said: "What ya
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I'LL ScIL 'EM UP TO BOB CcY, I'LL ScIL 'EM UP cND DOWN,
VERSE#2:
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PLUCK, JEFFERY, TYRONE, RED
on the way to the telly go fill my belly
A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we gon' do
What we came to do
He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years
Till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do
Now that he can't drink?
The Doctor said: "What ya
Written by Bob Welch.
Goin' in a straight line all night
Finally come to that house on the right
Parked out in the front is somebody's Benz
She's
Written by bob welch.
Two different glasses are filled with champagne
What is the meaning of this ?
Cause all of that atmosphere painfully made
Has
believe me, sweetie
I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy
I got mad friends with Benzes
C notes by the layers, true fuckin' players
Jump in
And you sweet like a welch's drink
Watch me so hard your neck get a kink
We like some vessels who here to think
We bout to blow no one holding the strap
Put
Odstawił białe - Brian Welch, gitarzysta Korn'a
Bóg to opcja do szczęścia niełatwa do podjęcia
I czasem potrzebna jest kraksa by się opamiętać
I odkryć
eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few 'cause in a few, we gon' do
What we came to do, ain't that right boo
Forget the telly we just go to the crib
Leather Jackets
And pushing goose is what got me by
Was in the hood
Like dirty corners and liquor stores
I hustled women
Wilt chamberlain
Dangerous
sauce wit my two piece
Matter fact 4, cus I'm bulking
Dark meat only, reverse colorism on these goofies (Dummy)
Niggas brain dead thinkin they can out do
Hook:2x
This gone make ya bob ya head & groove & this gone lift ya spirits up that's true & this gone make ya wanna 2 step & move said this gone be
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin'' players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
on the way to the telly go fill my belly
A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we gon' do
What we came to do
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
Movement. Rhythmic movement.
What is the shortest distance between two points?
Creative distance. How do we move forward? Imagination?
Mysticism? Lies? We
on the way to the telly go fill my belly
A t-bone steak, cheese eggs and Welch's grape
Conversate for a few, 'cause in a few, we gon' do
What we came to do
she aint wearing no panties and she get it from her mame
2 live like luke in i smoke like snoop
i fish tail out the princes i do the rallies no
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