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like you to meet my friend Bob
(Huh?)

Say hi Bob
(Hi Bob)
Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause Bob sits at home
to get Bob a "Dr." 
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her 
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her 
But ever since
to get Bob a "Dr." 
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her 
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her 
But ever since
to get Bob a "Dr." 
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her 
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her 
But ever since
you to meet my friend Bob (Huh?) 
Say hi Bob! ("Hi Bob") Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom 
And he don't got a job, cause Bob sits at home
, really, truly love her?

It's not enough to take the one you love for granted
You must remind her or she'll be inclined to say

How do I know he loves me?
, really, truly love her?

It's not enough to take the one you love for granted
You must remind her or she'll be inclined to say

How do I know he loves me?
a kid, walking the streets,
The other kids hid - so they did!
Now, after working hard in security trade, he's got it made.
The shops that need aid are
, really, truly love her

It's not enough to take the one you love for granted
You must remind her, or she'll be inclined to say
How do I know he loves me
got so much to say but
When 16 ain't enough, they on they only give you 16, heh
Man it's like I mean I got so much to say ya know
The world has said so
, really, truly love her?

It's not enough to take the one you love for granted
You must remind her or she'll be inclined to say

How do I know he loves me?
And my dick's been sucked by many lips
Many tips, or many Vicks, many sticks
And love to fuck with plenty chips

He got many whips, many clips, many
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
Rhonda un-zips the santa claus costume, revealing the rubber body suit, hoping for some sign of interest from her deranged husband. there isn't any...he
to go, had to be, had to get somewhere
How did he forget about what got him there?

Now you could be this woman; she's the CEO
She's got her power
ground it was a explosion
I told the promoter to hold up
And I told him I came to rock, give the famous spot
To the man that claim he hot
Twenty-two
blowing up, I can't take the shit
Finally got what he wanted, now he's good to go
Again the ride was smashed, where's my radio?
One time, the car was in
exhale

I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
Make her work for this suicide
Holla at me 'cause I got it all day
No
high
Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
Make her work for this suicide
Holla at me 'cause I got it all day
No need to fly to Jamaica
For
high
Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
Make her work for this suicide
Holla at me 'cause I got it all day
No need to fly to Jamaica
For
he was laughing
She was standing by his side
I've got a feeling, that they're still together
From the look that was in his eyes
There's no one
long as nobody get hurt
It keep your average citizen on point and alert
And don't forget to check her d-cup
Now I bust how he got this duck for his
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
into, her own fantasy world
Had herself pregnant by a different dude
But reality bites and, this is her life
He wasn't really her husband, though he
never been a duck n' diver
He spit on the mic, yuck, saliva

Hold it like a drunk driver hold a CB on a sharp turn
Still clutchin' his chest from