Lyrics:
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
flow ak ben e King
Tei kholal meuno stand by me
You better know I'm the Keulthieu
Tell what you think about me
Nah Teng ba gui For the culture rebellion
a mess
Who is you tryna impress?
Jot it down to suppress
All of the feelings that build in my chest
Who takes the wheel and who rests?
Driving down that
dragged my name in the dirt (nope, oh, yeah, yeah)
All this work to be successful
When you abandon me 'cause of what you heard (yeah, oh, yeah, heard)
I
as
Beautiful?! And you think
That's all that matters?
Oh, hurry up and get in bed will ya
Bob, did you feel this way
When you fell in love with Jeanne?
Oh look
I
off my nan's bonsai tree
Got soapbar coming in from my suppliers
It's fucking lush when you smoke it it tastes like tires
And to all those politicians
I
That you are dreamin' about Texas
with the most precious gal by your side
And Bob Wills and his ol' Texas Playboys
playing every ballroom in sight
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
the
Fuck out of here!
When it's all said and done
Are you going to want to
Have kids? Get married?
Oh my goodness, i have to! I have to! Yep
I'm gonna get
the pit's nigga I send him 10
For stinking you go in that box
That's what I put D odor in (deodorant)
My white boyi said what y'all
Don't like them bars?
I
Intro
Rap by R.Kelly
(feat. R. Kelly, Fabolous)
[R. Kelly]
Y'all know what this is
so bob your heads, yeah
ladies it's your boyfriend
future? okay what defines a loser
Is it really all just fate? or are we pick and choosers
Of are own destiny that shit it gets the best of me
You cannot
the backyard
Working on a feast of barbeque
Aha aha ? kids are playing in the pool
Aha aha ? Uncle Bob?s so drunk again
Verse One
Beautiful, grand wide open
talk, trap talk if you bein' specific
And I'm all about my bread, I need that in a jiffy
We really don't play around
Call me Bob the Builder, got
The hospital needs a hospital
Now they mocking you
They say the flattery is sincere
I run like a nigga younger than me by ten years
Yeah, and that's my car
The hospital needs a hospital
Now they mocking you
They say the flattery is sincere
I run like a nigga younger than me by ten years
Yeah, and that's my car
streets
But this goin out to my homies out there slangin D
That still hustlin in the game tryin to make it
But y'all niggas better realize you can't fake
a spade
Not being cryptic
But I just play the cards in my hand that Bob's dealing
& I can going on but I think it's something that you get
The only Bob I
to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify
a fuck about hoes
they switching up when u are broke bruh
They wanna come back when u rich
You said love or a drug
Nothing I may lose my self
Be careful
a bitch, bitch, head in they lap, lap
My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it
Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits
Everything you seen, we lived it
Christmas to you, my dear Bob!”
And Scrooge was better than his word,
He did it all and so much more.
And Tiny Tim didn't die
The man stood always by his
alignment
Don't worry 'bout a thing keep striving
It'll all be alright keep smiling
It's a dream world but it feel real
In this dream world are you still real
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