Lyrics:
sleep won't come
The whole night through
Your cheatin' heart
Will tell on you.
Jambalaya (On the Bayou)
(Hank Williams)
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh,
yet
Tell me who the baddest
I’ll see if I seen them naked yet
Won’t stop til I get that Mercedes 700
CLK and Mercedes ain't made it yet
Yeah, yeah i’m
the Deacon
Cat's away, well, the mice will play
Lol, smiley face, have a nice-a day
'Cause pop, pop, pop, there goes my rubber band
So stop, stop, stop
up, blowin' gas, weed noisy
She on that molly, won't stop talkin' that annoy me
I'm like, "Why don't you suck a nigga's dick or somethin'?"
Or take it
B.o.B
Even At the end of the day we could shoot, fadeaway, but we still won't be Kobe
Never seen a level that I can't climb
You ain't making money that's
Revolution, then let it be known
Whatever it is, whatever it be
You just go at it
It can be whatever you believe in
It can't stop, won't stop, not a one size
tried to shake it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart pumping on the 101
This shit right here ain't no fun
Live and die by the gun
Get you
in you
What I've got you've got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don't stop continue
Realize I don't want to be a miser
Confide with
Written by bob welch.
Gonna stay out of new york
There's something there that drives me crazy
Gonna stay out of new york
There's something there
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Thing-fish:
Now, dis nasty sucker is de respondable party fo de
respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put
it in you
What I've got you've got to
Get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling
Don't stop continue
Realize I don't
Want to be a miser
and Poprock
I don't cut like a cutler dickheads like bobby
if you don't bob it Loop Troop shit you can't stop it
you can cop it or copy it either ways you gotta
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
CMB gon' never stop
DHP gon' never die
CP3 won't get that ring
But Bob will always be that guy (woooo)
I'm hoping when you pass me on this interstate
car
How you still broke with a job
Like how you a nigga named bob
You not a trap nigga stop
You cant even trap in the dark
These niggas scared they not
seein' eye to eye
So we picked up and started a group with some other guys (haha)
This is hip hop (hip hop)
Man, I won't stop
Yo, Big Boi (what up?)
wanted was a father to give him some love
Tell him that he love him, that he need him
Promise he won't ever leave him
Never smoke crack, never lie,
What's hannin
I got the city crackin finally on
I'll be yo tour guide and take
You on a ride along
Stop by Bobs you want Hennessy
Or you off Patron
Jesus
Do it for my people especially my Negus
I've risen again so doubters time to forfeit
Any thought you had won't be born like an abortion
Your talk
baby boy call
Gaggy bitch from the atl
Nasty bitch but a hoe won't tell
Litty bitch all sadity bitch
I might beat a bitch and won't break no nail
Bob
path and can't stop
Won't get caught in the same plot
They think I'm square like I'm Sponge Bob
Tell 'em Ight Imma head out
I waited up by myself
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant
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