Lyrics:
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
comin' soon
How can sky be the limit when
There's footprints on the moon?
Now, I used to bus tables, now I bust rhymes
Spitting lines to the illest
you can behave yourself? you, you're sure yo
Behave yourself? ...okay, what's your name? "
Guy:
"tom, man. (mumble, mumble) you, baby, I (mumble,
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
And the flamingo Hollared by jingo!
What a vibrato!
There's a lotta talk about you, Bob!
And they're saying you're "off the cob."
Fake it, Mister B
Take
of
Fine authentic decoratives
Except that there's just a chance
You might detect they're edited
It's nothing underhanded, why
It's simple etiquette
a dick, Sarah Palin's a dick, Nickelback is a dick, Bob Rock is a dick, David Stern is a dick, right to work is a dick, if you're on crack your're a dick,
said, "Why don't they just get rid of the guns
Like they did in Australia?"
I sat there befuddled and said
"I don't know what to tell ya
But
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
what you're stealin'
Your open-wound style needed some healin'
You're stripped out by my flow
I'm glad you know behind
This spark I got the
Phattest
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You know life is all about expression
You only live once, and you're not coming back
So express yourself, yeah
Express
You know life
Is all about expression
You only live once, and you're not coming back
So express yourself, yeah
Express yourself
You gotta be you
Marley, Tom Hardy, nigga yes
I’m probably God Body, Bob Marley, Tom Hardy in the flesh
Ay, do It for the 7, do It for the 3
Do It for the 9, do It for
poop?
Your ma dukes or pa dukes?
There's two scoops a raisin in the sun
Brothers try to rally up, then dilly dally for some room
Bird peckin', doulbe
of privilege
And there's your telltale fingerprints
On the pastis bottle in his fridge
And your diplomatic number plates
Just seem a trifle rich
Pack up that
The double-trouble spade was named the deuce
And the joker acted stupid, so we gave him the news
There was 52 cards, and I met everyone
That story is over, but my
hear it while you're walkin' by a neighbor's home
You'll hear it faintly in the distance when you're on the phone
You're sittin' in a dentist's chair
You know life
Is all about expression
You only live once, and you're not coming back
So express yourself, yeah
Express yourself
You gotta be you
haters face down on the mat
Splat! Yeah I can make a green nigga mad
Quick, fast, flash like ten cash on his bitch ass
[B.O.B.]
You can tell I'm a G by
to jail accused of being a peeping tom
Dammit man, I'm saying
Any man would try to find out if his girl
Was doing, doing him wrong
That's all I was doing
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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