Lyrics:
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
I'm still gonna chase it.
You'll see that!
There's always something you got to give up (Yeah, I know know)
If you want everything you want (But
Rippin' skin, like i'm Dahmer's kid
Feel like i'm slippin' in sinfulness
You know i'm reflecting the shame within
Build it up like the dirtiest myth it is
?
Stop playing, nigga, you know that I'm known for the 'Bob
Couple hit songs, got you thinking you a hearthrob
Well, this thang so good, make a nigga
demand most
Funky as parliament, smooth as Luther Vandross
I wouldn't present myself to you as somethin' that sound nervous
You want it to be live, so
Steadfast, you know I'm staying loose
Swinging for the fences, like I'm Bob Abreu
I come in dead last, I'm not gonna chase you
Don't want to make it
Let it be consumed by You (Ooh)
Cause all I want is You (Ooh)
Say breathe on us
Breathe on us
All consuming fire
Ignite our hearts
With
bro, because I got it like that
So if you really want to know who's doin' who
You can tell your hos right that I'll be doin' you
Afrika, woh, woh, ooh,
want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
Stepping through the door
)
Ignore Bob he get weird sometimes
It okay though, Tem don't mind
(Except when Tem allergies kick up!
Tem allergic to Tem! Hoives)
Tem Flakes, Temmie's
messed up we didn't know if we were drunk or stoned
Randy was a sad sack - tall, kinda frail
Bob was a raving maniac, crazier than hell
We been kicked
life
You leaving without it, get caught by the night
I'm sending my dog, cause I know he bite
You think that I'm fighting, go fight for your life
I'm
And you got your daddy and you know who your daddy is don't you?
Fuck that
If you want to play you answer me who's your daddy when I ask you
Who is your
Swahili Bob would do a strange thing
He'd sit there and make the telephone ring
You pick it up, and he's talkin' to you
Just sitting there--his
You think you won, but you lost
Talking all that and you finna pay the cost
Now you know I am on top
She want smoke, I'll show 'em what it cost
(You
the mornin'
You know, I dig this mornin'
The sun is shinin' bright
I'm gonna get outside
Gonna wash my face
Grab my hat
Put it on my head
I take a walk downtown
service
Pray the Lord I’m in my bag but you can call it a Birkin
These rap niggas never step up to me
I’m making them nervous
I’m probably God Body, Bob
home
With nobody near
I know that it makes you feel bad
But you're part of the problem
Confidence Tom will never get back
Killed by his dreams
The girls ask me for that Willie D, that's how I know they feelin' me
It's simple, see, the pimpin' be what got these bitches clipped to me
You may
bitch, no fillers
In them six-inch roach killas
Bob:
Shoes on point and you know it
A bitch broke as hell but a bitch don’t show it
Get a BBL if
Remember they always told me you
Would lie to me
I could have anything that I want
'Cause I'm a little weak when it comes to you
Sit down, lay on my
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
Liki Liki me like a Tom Tom
Yeba !
Chewing me like a chewing gum
Yebo !
Baby make you tell me if you want some
Carry me go ! Carry me go o !!
Liki
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
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