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would Bob do?

I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
I was let in by
at our house, and
He and I sat down and wrote a song together
Let me see if I can find that damn thing, I'll sing it for you
Yeah, here it is. It's called
per-son
Ah that you need to bob get involved
And weave with ease and please the steez with G's
Now, just to be at ease
'Cause this is it, legit, a hit,
a bloody oath, by oak, by ash, by bitter thorn
"Lady, I never was in your house since the day that I was born"
"Oh, then it was your young boy Tom that
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I'm living: getting tatted in some house slippers
I like my bitches simple: lay back, relax ya
you, darlin'? 
How does that mess your mind?
How does that grab you darlin'?
This girl is leavin' you behind.
You smart alec tom cat you!

When
In dreams
It seems
I always see
Avenue P
As it ought to be 
In a four-star movie
Directed by me
And starring, of course,
Yours truly,
Rosie
cram to understand who I am.
Damn, by the way can I please get this dance
Let's not freelance cause I'm just getting started,
Believe me that was
scarred
Tom apart
A house is ablaze on the hillside
A sign says "This land is not for sale"

HARDLAND

Ripped and tom apart
Hard dreams
Leave me scarred
In
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
for his psycopath

Alright, we stayed at this guy's house
And, ah, when they had that murders back in like '89
A guy and a girl got hacked up in his
for his psycopath

Alright,we stayed at this guy's house
And, ah, when they had that murders back in like '89
A guy and a girl got hacked up in his
Bob
Bob got it goin' on with no job
And everything Rob got he got from Robin
And everything she got she got ho-hoppin'
My girl Jilly wanna be like
He likes to keep his guns around the house
Just in case
Sundays he visits his son who's doing time for
Shooting someone
And we quietly stand by
My man Skeff is in the house, huh (come on, come on)
Jarobi White is in the house, huh (come on, come on)
Bob Power in the house, huh (come on, come
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
Jean Claude: Now Madame Blueberry was a sad little berry
She lived by herself in a house in a tree.
Her butlers would show up each morning at nine
a playa
Way I work through the check I Shoulda been a calculator
I'm so cold with this shit, count it in the refrigerator
Jewelry store, green bob bought
motherfuckers is trying to touch this motherfucker)
At the same damn time, at the same damn time 
(Niggas' pedegree ain't pure enough for this)
I'm at Pluto
then I guess they haters
This kinda necklace turn on the investigators
They ain't got one problem with this
Square face watch look like sponge bob
that shit is due it's mad 
Motherfucking game and it's a God-damn shame 
How many motherfuckas want to know this name, Ason 
Yo I lock on pass
on folded chin to damn the lie. 
Let's serve this brief amid the rush of boos and loud catcalls
Let's finish this right here and now
At the house
this
Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist
One white, one gold, one nice, untold
You can look but don't touch, Guns might unload, now
I
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
this Tip hop
I'm back standin' at the tip top where I belong, it won't be long
'Til you hear me on a B.o.B song, some chick gettin' my skeet