Lyrics:
Leave Talk
Written By Emmanuel Idris A.K.A. Bobmanny
Intro:
Ehen!
Bob-ma-nny again
Hei hei hei
Ehen!
Bob-ma-nny on this
Hei hei hei
Ehen!
to you
Hallelujah, my God
Windows fogging up in my car
I like it when you
Talk down
Like it when you
Talk down
(Verse two, let's do it)
You put
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's Clef?
I'm not a Bob Marley impostor
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do
are too soft
Don't remind me of Dylan or Marley
But regardless, they're two Bob
Was a young gun, but we're still on, Lewi White
Been here so long,
attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."
"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
Fix my eyes on the cross
Fix my eyes on the boss
I ain't tryna flop no
Wait my time get the gwop
Build my house call me bob
Ya dun know
Spit hard
like your own babies.
I tried the bob and weave, she caught me by the sleeve.
And told the pap a few things that you would not believe.
She want
Moving forward, dearly beloved
Make I and I recall
Bob's Son set in Babylon
Atop the very high mountain
Carving prophecy into rock
Blood from
drop somebodies
Yeah (Noo)
Feel like I got chop somebody
Yeah
Bet on two shotgun shells right by, come by us
Yeah
Think I might have to zip somebody
yet we can't pick them out
And what do the sprout? Fear and arrogance
Same thing … do with extravagance
Feel better or worse, than anyone here
Either
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's Clef?
I'm not a Bob Marley impostor
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do
What's your question?
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's Clef?
I'm not a Bob Marley impostor
What's Clef got to do with
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
You know the block too hot for a cool kid
Finna pop a perc ten and drink two fifths
Up late with ya bitch knocking boots still
Real beef shouldn't
The streets is like the rap game, a daily tug-of-war
For rich or for poor, or death do us part, niggas come for test
Still grimy (grimy, nigga)
Still
2 2 Giddy, 2 2 Wavey, stepped out just to increase my bands
Whys this holder acting funny, like we dont know where there marjs at
Dont call me bro,
always wanted to do like
A Last Call, I remember the first time I heard Kanye's
I thought that shit was so tight dawg
And I was like, man I'm tryna tell
should quit.
[Chorus: x2]
Ya I get high.
You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm
in twos
(I'm outta town Cali groovin' like I usually do)
Keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you
I been feeling these beats ever since
"
Lets go to a party" muhfucka
Rap Game Bob Barker the price is right
Got diamonds in your fucking sight
6'2 the height and I smell like top flight
I know I got religion
I belong to the laws and crew
You see we fought when we get happy
That's the way we Christian do
Oh
(Have you been tried-)
brothers
Screaming fuck a friend
If I fuck with you
Then you should know you man’s
Like Kobe how I pour 2 4s up again
Like Bob Marley how I be blowing
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
stinking like butcracks
you got skills I got two words FUCK THAT
Loop Troop hated by everyone
(There is no way that we can rock after them)
Hated by
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