Lyrics:
out my mind girl, but you know you like it
So hope up on my cosmic highway so we can ride it
Shorty are you going my way
Come and ride on my, my
all
It's all right
It's all
It's all right
It's all
It's all right
It's all
It's all right
It's all
It's all right, all right
Bob
Fat Bob
Bob
Fat
Hey, y'all join in
Bob that head
Come on, bob that head
Bob that head
Hot girl wants a ride
Climbs up inside
Feelin' that rhythm
Right along
It's a, it's a vibe
Ultimata!
All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now (ay ay ay ay)
This is Stoney Bob live in a room from
(Mickey:) Oh. Uh...
(Bob:) Are you making a hole in my wall?
(Mickey:) No no no! I was fixing that!
(Bob:) Fixing it with a pick?
(Mickey:) Yes.
(Bob
like this...
The part of Bruce the Duck is played by an oboe...
Louie the Cat is a clarinet. All right, he's not really a
clarinet. He's just --- you
loved me
Ain't got no friends, man
Ain't got no future planned
Just Barney, my bottle and the forest and I Bob T
"Bottle, huh?"
"Yup"
"How are you going
reverse the crash
reverse the blast and reverse the car
Reverse the day and there you are, Bobalob
Lord forgive him, we all have sinned
But Bob's a good
through the church
I was in the pew and knew that I had to search
We are all here 'cause fear is what they serve you will surely die but then's the rebirth
baby Bob and Manny are my heroes so sing with me today
I'll tell you Bob the builder rode excavators and handy Manny used spanners to break us
Every
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
and you know, lookin hard in the video. But, you know. Reality is..it's like I've always told to my husband, it's like, look, you know, we look at Bob
ain’t by mistake
Feed the fam they all getting plates
If we got problems, ima have my niggas send you home
That’ll put em in they place
Gold grills while
D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for
Boing>
(Yeah representin' live all my UK hip hop heads in the North Side, el tarno)
Down it's gonna bang in ya face, lets go
[Skinnyman (RZA)]
asked
"How are you processing this?"
I said I was in the studio getting ready to sing
Then the drummer walked in and said
"Hey, did you see this?"
I
a cheap red wine?
Whatever happened to Bob?
Whatever happened to Bob?
The night danced along but there was no Bob in sight
My mind was disturbed you know
dollar car where I sit
And my broad is the shit
Crenshaw in the 6
Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips
You either ball or you brick
school boy with one kid
I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six
With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off
You get in my bed, you
my heart on the line
(Ooh) but swimming in your world
Is something spiritual (Ooh)
I'm born again evеry time you spend the night
(Ooh)
Causе your sex
rights, no more trouble Africa unite
chances are he'll be jammin in the rainbow country,
where the sun shines brightly, bob simmer down, him take
in my mind on your head
For this place doesn't render close
No it's confused
Are you confused yet
Twenty four seven florescence
Sucks the soul
boy with one kid
I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six
With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off
You get in my bed, you better
up
I averted the danger
I let the critters out so they
Could all die naturally in nature
Knuckles, you are my nucka
'Cause Knuckles, you are my nucka
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