Lyrics:
in cash and she's gonna survive"
Look at the clock, pitch black, it's 11:05
Hung up the phone you know I put that shit in Hyper-drive
Then I call my
, Hi Judas!)
This was my big chance
To finally get ahead
The next thing you know
He's rising from the dead
Jesus' brother Bob, Jesus' brother Bob
my brain fried like shrimp
And refined like dip
And beelined like the whip
When I leave you and your bitch in a ditch
Bob and weave through the pain
poor Bob at last
And then one thing, certainly
They have stones all in my path
Trying to take my life
And all my loving too
You laid a pathway for
And this leaves me awake at night -
I lose sleep over that
Oh, alright, listen BoB once and for all
The Earth looks flat because
1) you're not far enough
you all my life I don't know your name
(The name's European Bob Sordid, anyway)
We'll have a dance now see ya later
Pleased to meet ya - likewise,
you (coolio)
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position
And destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough
Your whole
what you believe in, believe in, believe in, GOD!
[BACKUP BOYS:]
He's the one to back you up!
[JUNIOR:]
Will stand with you!
[BOB
on the beat like Tebow
The Godfather rap like my name Bob de Niro
How many hits you got?
Zero
But I got a lot so kneel down for your hero
7180
My blood in this
no mistake
You're in the place to be by far so let's get
Crazy like we ain't never gonna see tomorrow, come on
Are you comfortable right there,
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
my lyrics than you've sent in a convo'
I wasn't supposed to provide a beat you could bob to
Everything can change in the second you aren't tryin'
I heard a robin this mornin'
I'm feelin' happy today
Gonna pack my cares in a whistle
Gonna blow them all away
What if I've been unlucky
Really
I heard a robin this mornin'
I'm feelin' happy today
Gonna pack my cares in a whistle
Gonna blow them all away
What if I've been unlucky
Really
deckin', rubber 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
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
levitating shit
They say bob how you feel about tha fame
Really aint famous till obama know my name
Tha games in a drought it was going down tha drain
When I
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002
to blow)
Cootie in the chair
You're all
Cheeba cheeba, y'all (you're all)
I need (all I need) (you don't stop)
To get by (yeah, yeah)
(W-w-wild, I'm
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
Brainwashed in our childhood
Brainwashed by the school
Brainwashed by our teachers
And Brainwashed by all their rules
Brainwashed by our
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
HOI! Welcom to tEM VILLAGE!
You feel something
You're filled with detemmienation
Hoi! Hoi! Hoi! My name is Temmie!
Come say HOI to all my friends!
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