Lyrics:
the thrills
Blessed by bob that shits for real
We fly high to the sky to the stars
Would you ever dream of life beyond mars
I would never cheat when I write my
"Oh I know I'm drunk now
Ladies and gentleman, I for-
I forgot my favorite man sitting over there
His name is"
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
"Oh I know I'm drunk now
Ladies and gentleman, I for-
I forgot my favorite man sitting over there
His name is"
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
back and forth, man I can't even focus
So I'm always smokin' in the booth recordin'
Cause my mind races
Like Jeff Gordon
I'ma
[Chorus - B.o.B]
Make
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
your head bob your head if you feel this
And this the real
Bob your head bob your head if you feel this
I'm over fences
My lifestyle so expensive
I'm
When 16 ain't enough
It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
When 16 ain't enough, having a dope beat, dope idea
16 bars ain't enough!
How
Written by bob welch.
Go on, you know you're only one
Set me free
You take me up and turn around
But let me in
Take this shadow from my eyes
Written by bob welch.
Don't think your dreams are sane
They're taking over your life
I stuck to you but I found out
That you was the crazy kind
Now
with
Larry and Joanne Drop by any time...
Bobby, dear, it's none of my business... Lookit pal, I have to work
Thursday evening...
Darling, you've
ain’t by mistake
Feed the fam they all getting plates
If we got problems, ima have my niggas send you home
That’ll put em in they place
Gold grills while
It's that head bob
Up and down
You gon go around
Throwin money
Acting funny
Baby simmer down
An I ain't wasting no more time
On a you silly clowns
greener than the Grinch
Jammin', jammin'
Jammin' like Bob Marley's cousin
You'd think I’m Jamaican when
I get to puffin’ got the munchies
Pussy in my
first 8-Ball at 120
Broke it drown and flipped it for 3
Did it a couple times, flipped OZs
From there, I was on my way keys
Got saved by the rap game
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
gotta bob and weave (yeah yeah)
I'm the one they trust, so I got yo hoe on her knees (yeah yeah)
I'm the type to break the bank and share it with my team
you can keep ignoring
Side
He's my best friend!
By side
Second best!
By side
Never a bother
Seven times a godfather
Year after year
to fight for
I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat, I clear my throat
When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke
I look in through microscope, for
(You don't use uh, you don't use narcotics)
(Do you Bob?)
All that smokin' can't be safe
All real niggas can relate
Too much commas in the safe
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
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