Lyrics:
drip through my pores
I swear to God you gotta push it to the limit like Ross
Yeah, we got our foot in the door, we in the building
Head bob, foot
With my guy in the Box Chevy
He got a job, used to move rock steady
Windows shaking when the bass drop heavy
Nigga driving like he the black Tom
're leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
the Lucki Eck$
Feel like I'm poppin' myself
And still count that Cheddar Bob
Like I be poppin' myself
Cause baby I know you know me
And I'm knowin' you do
We
Bob
Bob got it goin' on with no job
And everything Rob got he got from Robin
And everything she got she got ho-hoppin'
My girl Jilly wanna be like
talking:
hey bob, yes tom, guess what i just fucking heard man,
whats that, dayton familys tape there fucking talking
about us man and our momma's
wanted was a getaway
I'ma take a chance by letting a brook slide for what I got in my hands
I can not agree to follow a leader while on the borderline
You can take my Equity card away
And burn the theatre to the ground
Cheer up, it might never happen kid
Although I think it probably just did
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
being dumb tonight
Ain't seen sun tonight (Sun is out, breh)
Sleeping by myself tonight (Wet pillow, bro)
Wanna go run tonight (Wanna run, bruh)
Kids
got bars like criminal now
Think 'cause I got kids, I'm simmerin' down?
Onslaught of records, I'm bringin' 'em out
I heard all the subliminals
But
and make the papers)
(My theme is all about making the green)
(This style of mine is well-defined)
(Kids hustle on the block)
Okay, we got Preemo
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you
came or where you're goin
Keep it movin, get em movin
Haha I'm ready for it all
Got my back against the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
[B.O.B.:]
Well
now
He would never ride with Ja
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
You ain't no killa, you a pussy
That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
Bitches
at Chipotle
Spent another sixty thousand on a Rollie
All my diamonds got you brainwashed
She sucked my dick and got my brain washed
And for the shit that
I'LL ScIL 'EM UP cND DOWN,
I'LL ScIL 'EM UP TO BOB CcY, I'LL ScIL 'EM UP cND DOWN,
ScIL BOcT, ScIL BOcT, ScIL BOcT, ScIL,
WRITTEN BY KIRKLcND BODIE,
got time to kill
I'm intricate to be up in it
So I defend every minute, cons hoping for dimes to deal
Perimeters occupied by a few chosen
To take
Drawn the whole lean from the bottle once
Got my arm it came with a switch nigga ain't running back
Once you switch on me ain't no coming back (Nah)
You
like Dom Perignon beyond Tom, Harry and Dick
You can declare me as sick
Highly contagious
Bath salt flows leaving bodies all on stages
Locked
y'all been tryin'
You don't reach your goals you got declined
Settlin' with my niggas it what makes us shine
Freaky Flickin' we on the grind
Instinct
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
If you see him on another dimension
Will you tell him we all really miss him?
Maybe they're just in the Upside Down
Either way, it's got me down
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