Lyrics:
a pack lay my head back lettin' my head bob. RIP to the greatest of all, without his work I would have never evolved into a rap god.
Damn that weed smells
I was walking in the park like I always do
And my friends who are hawks
They were in the park too
Can you soar like a hawk? Soar!
I like to move like
the world
When we use our asses in the way
That Nicki has been using her ass
When they are not the accent in a
Video but the point of it
And most of all
these truths to be self-evident
That all men are created equal
Ay Ay now Bob
Smoking and seshing I'm working hardly
I said softly foot on the gas I ride
took Mr. Scrooge
to his assistant Bob's house.
Bob?
What are you doing in my house?
What happened?
It's because of our magic.
Other people can't see
me, the one and only
Big homie from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely
You need Jesus in your life, it's either that
Or y'all gon' make me put
the way that I am
Yeah, I pray to the Man that I'm safe when I land
This my year, don't touch me
I'm out in New York rollin' up dutchies
Fuckin' with
said you swing from your tree
And I'll swing from mine
You have your lemons
And I'll have my limes
Funny how we all act like monkeys sometimes
You
ain't even written any, dying to survive lyrics
I've been killing you in the game, with all my lyrics
Got the bullet bars, ain't trying lyrics
Fire
you fucking
Female, you ain't a hero, speaking of them; R.I.P to Rik Mayall, look
Oh my God, another one, does this motherfucker stop?
No he don't, no
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob-tails ring
Making spirits bright
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
never had dreams of being a rapper
Like I didn't write raps in all of my classes
Like I never used to runaway into the blackness
Now let's pretend like
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect.
Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear,
Here comes Bob!
I ain't subtle in my ways of making
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
wave them all goodbye
You name the craft we'll do the graft cash in hand is fine
On the job for a few old bob we're grafting all the time
I might be
the strings, you be the shoes
But guess what[what?], now they Jimmy Chu's
I wear the pants, you in the pools
Yo shit meows, my shit AWOOOOOOOOO
I got a fifth
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,
cfter all, no automobile
God, why can't I learn to do one
Useful thing I hope you don't get
Bored
My bones are sore
Maybe you could stay a while
See that
[BOB: ]
You were lying in your bed,
you were feeling kind of sleepy.
But you couldn't close your eyes because the room was getting creepy.
Went to Carvel to get a milk shake
This honey ripped me off for all my loot cakes
The car oh yeah there's money in my jacket
Somebody broke into
don't think they really, really understand
All the pain I feel just to make em jam
Now here I go, in the studio
Now can you feel my heart? Can you feel my
drummer beater
Brown sugar is sweeter beats by Peter
Like I said before, thump in my trunk
That's all I really need and
A bag of blue funk
La la la la la
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