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it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll probably need
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old G-M-C
We had some moonshine whiskey
And some of Bob's homegrown 
We were so
They left us by the roadside
Down hearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel
Said boys I'm going home

We turned around to face our fate
Wills - Cherokee Maiden; Buck Owens - Tiger By The Tail; Hank Williams - goes without sayin'. Now that's what I'm dob

Yes sir, that's what I'm talking
fortune, and fame
A slow drive-by when they aired out Kane
S55 all cleared out chain
They body me, you body them, support there out prayin
My only wish is
fortune, and fame
A slow drive-by when they aired out Kane
S55 all cleared out chain
They body me, you body them, support there out prayin
My only wish is
on blunts
Stealin' forty-ounces from the Arabs
To stay fucked up mentally stuck
Feelin' I'm a little nigga with no nuts
Just for a double up, helpin'
holmies on the scene with cocktails
One nigga lookin' for popos and foes hell
Someone lookin' through windows the door bells

Goes off followed by
wrong or right, a lot of people fight
But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?

I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype
I'm type crashin', down
Lookin out my window hypnotized by the rain
In a trance reminicing bout the soldiers slain
Fighting wars in the brain trying to maintain
Hoping mama
Now who you know leave the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect
Welcome back to the temple of hip-hop and Sword Kem'po 

Lyrical rhyme nympho, be	-boy Bob Digital 

Diamond crystal ring solid gold bone rituals 

We
Or into sellin white
'cause everything money bring, children of the malonites
I'm Bob's song, provin Ja live, not gone
To pay a devil on a loan, got to rob
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)

You are... you gotta tell me something... I
assassinated, castles all crumble
Forever lives the legend of a poet who is humble
Words to live by, now I die by a strange code
About to kill this verse, they
Will begin about you from hung-r-y pumas!
Hoping, wishing, prayin' when you're gonna be sooner
When I'm dead I'mma get up in the head of the nigga that
It was a big deal moving my big wheel to L.I. 

Had a back yard  tho' shit moved slow 

Caught a cat on the humble  wassup  wassup  kid? 

Ya'll
Insitutionalize, my bitches bring me product by the bundles
Hustle hard for myself, G-Unit mothafucka, WE BALLIN
Catch me count trees and when I'm callin
Can you
black
I'm a dog, running through the jungle
Wit a hoodie and black hat choppin down ?noonsies?
Not a frog, cunning yet I'm humble
Gotta do the jewels tack
gon' shine
Come follow me, I'm tha man on east 1999
Five playaz show to introduce to you
Have a party, cheat me, everybody see that we humble people
hook now
Cleveland, see town, nigga that we put em on tha map
Them take you ah journey ride, now they doin 2 by my side
We be comin, lemme show you
*oooo* looks like with her clothes off
I'm rolling with the top off, see tops come off
When the streetlights go off I heard shots go off
I'm a humble
It was a big deal moving my big wheel to L.I. 

Had a back yard  tho' shit moved slow 

Caught a cat on the humble  wassup  wassup  kid? 

Ya'll
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...

("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")

...And he laid