Lyrics:
to the see to the a and it's a must
The rhymes that we bust on the topic on lust
And my moms is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the rhythm
Yes
we are really thought of highly by the G up above you need some more evidence of how He rode for you okay have a comfortable seat and gone let me show
piss
I know yall hating on me like chris
I'm serving dope
I feel like my name J Miller
Hit em with the hammer
No Bob The Builder
Shoulda told em that
a baby from me
We cool though, we tight
It's that Faith Evans right here
Biggie Smalls, yo Faith you ready? You ready?
Venue after venue, I been
and stand up for what you believe
That's what Bob Marley was teaching me
Everybody stand up, put your, put your hands up
I'm not the police I won't put you
this
Rag top down like a stripper that's topless
See me hittin' the corner you meltdown
Slugs fly thugs die moment ya fell down
Somebody's screamin'
kick it|Like we going somewhere, eh for real dig it|Decide to go your way, guess I'll be goin mine|But you do respect me, and it's going down||(Evan
beneath
People go crazy when they feel me, in the Middle East they drill me
If you let your guard down, then some people'll steal me
I knew these two
CHORUS I
Up down sideways
You're making me a head-case
come on baby don't do me like that
I'm upside down now
My head is spinning a-round
Come on baby
illustrating how I do damage
They keep my hands in raps cuz they say they're lethal weapons
For me it's a sparring session for you it's a boxing lesson
I'm
The sun goes down
And the rain falls on the ground
A lonely sloth hangs from a tree
He sighs, what does the world want of me?
I finally realized what
dis Glock den u gunna shoot back if u don't den it a flag by the ref
Feel like they tryin set me up why everybody askin questions
Hold on bitch I had
I'm prone to lose control.
And if by chance I fall down
And bust my head on the floor,
Just wrap my wound in a porterhouse steak
And point me
in the woodshed (going down on buffalo bob)
The woodshed
A smarter man would never plan
To have so many splinters in his hand
And clarabelle
where I grew up of the days both good and bad
My overalls were hand-me-downs shoes full of holes
I used to walk four miles to school every day through
And it'll be a long time, before
You ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
Covers
people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I'm a low brow but I rock
Hey
It's Bob, Yeah
Let's go
Whoo
I think there's someone against me
Lately been running on empty
I think I need to get out my head
And out this bed
black
Got a bad ass car from selling jazz
The best clothes on the market keeping me raz
How am I supposed to survive
I sell draw for a living as my nine
there for you, yeah
When it comes down to the wire And some
People even tuck me away 'til they retire
I usually come around on
The first and fifteenth
If
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[Christ Bearer]
When them guns go off, bitches hit
right hand
And the blues fell mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
satisfy me
(piano solo by Black Bob)
If you wanna somethin', smell like fish
Down in the alley you can find that dish
So take me down in the alley
So take
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Make sure nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row
Bob praise be to Nero's
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