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It's barbie b****es

We got tom tom's over here bigger than a monster
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla

We got tom tom's over here bigger than
It's Barbie bitches
We got Tom Tom's over here bigger than a monster
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla

We got tom tom's over here bigger than
Words and music by Bob Hartman 

The Levites returned with the Ark of the Lord
The presence and strength of the God they adored 
The temple was shut
what up? (Put up or shut up)
Poppin' shit about the chicks and the whips you got
You think you hot? (Uh-uh, man you put up or shut up)
Always talkin'
brother.

Show that man you call an Uncle Tom just where he's wrong
Show that woman that you're a sincere black man
All we need to do is see you shut up
name is Mr. Shady 

Children quiet down please 
Brian don't throw that (Shut up!) 
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute 
While Mr. Kaniff is out
name is Mr. Shady 

Children quiet down please 
Brian don't throw that (Shut up!) 
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute 
While Mr. Kaniff is out
name is Mr. Shady 

Children quiet down please 
Brian don't throw that (Shut up!) 
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute 
While Mr. Kaniff is out
name is Mr. Shady
Children quiet down please
Brian don't throw that
(Shut up)

Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out with
is Mr. Shady 
Children quiet down please 
Brian don't throw that (shut up!) 
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute 
While Mr. Kaniff is out with
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking
thing down
Step my shit up
Put up or shut up
Peace to the original what up
Back to the motherland
Where its warmer, transformer
Kill the informer
I
don't get killed when they're
Buying their cocain
Stuffing it up their noses
Showing their children why we're

Chorus:
Lost In America, lost In America
drop, people listen to it
To it, to it, to it

Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob
Quarterback Weezy, young Tom Brady
Open up ya mouth, and catch a bomb baby
Good morning, dude, Eagle Street corner, Tune
Long dough, no short bread, no Lorna
baby on the way

Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
to stop you can tell me to shut up
'Cause I was born with this mouth and yes my horns poking out
And yes I'm devilish
I'm not Bob Marley but I'm so
baby on the way

Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker
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
911 is a joke
20 years we got here by actin like common folk
Touring the world like a rolling stone
Then the nineties came
Welcomed y'all
[Chorus]
Can we rock?
Yeah, what's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?

[Moc]
Cha cha cha cha cha
What's up pa, yo who poop?
Your ma dukes
the face of the Earth, face death
Face the best and I'll just
Rip flip and trip won't shut up or let up
Get out my face so we can go head up
(Damn D!) Yo
to the club lookin' like a drowned harassed rat
And am greeted not by Miss Rose at the door,
But our friend, Johnny 5-0.
Yes honey, the NYPD shut down