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and over again in my head Oh but Los Angeles ain't that far, And the rest of the girls Said they'd be there, by my car.
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect. Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear, Here comes Bob! I ain't subtle in my ways of making
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
Could never throw shots at a super with power What was Russia without the czars? What was Henry Ford without the cars? My grandparents worked at Ford
We made Oklahoma a little after 3 Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC We had some moonshine whisky And some of Bob's homegrown We were so
to make my way to Nashville, Tennessee When another car passed me by Some day I'm gonna make big money And buy myself a big old car Make my way
We made Oklahoma a little after three Randy, his brother Bob, and my old GFC We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown We were so
scared and can't believe that their whole crews Ain't a rapper alive that can fill my shoes I'm dope on a rope virgins water elope I do the hustle
Sittin down by the river bottle of Grits mill Double fistin evan williams steady climbn heavy hill This is what it's all about I couldin ask for nuthin
gone And come morning I am disappeared Just an imprint on the bedsheets I'm by the roadside with my thumb out A car pulls up, and Bob's driving
John 15:13 Words and Music by Bob Hartman I wear my seatbelt in the car I buckle up for safety I run for cover from the storm I wear a band aid on my
One by one I lost them, out on the dry leaf floor. We learnt to push those flathead cars as hard as they could go. Just like old Whiskey Bob, down
right Somebody want they soul to rise I'll chase you off of this earth I got dreams of holdin' a Nine milla to Bobs killa Askin' him why? as my eyes
a crazy Cuffie Bobby! Fuckin' the mics is my hobby Fuckin' the mics is my hobby [Outro: girl] Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby [car
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes. So she rang the bell, and quick as hell Bob the Nob came out on his job To see what the trouble was.
(Here's a special request) (Hope you enjoy it) I tired to find how my heart could be so blind, Dear How could I be fooled just like the rest
Ladies and gentlemen This an ode to the B-boys, B-girls The people out there who do it for the love And believe me I'm not dissin' anybody out
again to make moves I'll be damned if we go hungry Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me This song you see is like an ode
Holland is ruled by Midgets Pope owns CBS Subway cars have been equipped with bars And they're cloning Rudolph Hess Samantha Fox, gone frigid
leaves and walking dogs Daily deeds and bob a jobs Sitting babies salting snow Helping ladies cross the road Washing cars, recycling tins Catching
myself to fall asleep But alas, none of them come true No car accidents, plane crashing No six o'clock news Just me and my too-far-away TV (Can you
piece whiting and a shrimp to go A Large lemonade now I'm out the door Bob's car wash keep my white walls tight Just put down on the Holyfield
on the tail of a dragon Wet pussy is my cabin, more bitches than a pageant I keep a house full nigga, call me Bob Saget Spendin' time backwards, hotter than
to rumble well get up shit If you buck you get fucked by that nigga named Chuckwick Aw shit my nigga Ganksta Nip in the motherfuckin' house Yo Nip say
Shoulda been a calculator I'm so cold with this shit, count it in the refrigerator Jewelry store, green bob bought my first Cartier Threw em 30 thou