Lyrics:
I can't get it
I hugged the block, light an L
Let my man hit it and ran with it
Sell it nixed to the pops
Hate to tell ya if he don't get it
Andre Nickatina right here in the raw
Aint a real rap lord gonna respect the law
Get the phone call my little cousin bob for sure
Shuffle like a cd,
ahead, just jump into it
Ya'll here a body, two pieces to it
Get stutted, get stupid
You'll want me body people will walk you through it
Step by step, like
later we can get in the sun
We can skip to a diner and sip a little coffee
And talk about hip hop stars and astronomy
By the way baby what's your
ya, then get back to rappin'
Traffin' crack threw half and Hampton
Make stacks and stacks and that's a fact man
Y'all can't fuck wit me
Baby girl I
ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the muthafuckin wall with
Yeuh yeuh yeuh
Check me out now
Check me out now
Go head then..
[Verse 1]
Allow me 2 introduce myself again
Bobs at tha office but bobby ray is in
named
Some of ya'll have seen her by my side
In the ride and her demeanor is wild
When I get drunk and I get a little too high
She like screamin'
[Chorus]
Speed dreamin switchin in the fast lane
Speed dreamin on in over drive
Speed dreamin got it in cruse control
Trying to get back to where
thang (whistle)
It's the new 2003 call Ladies
Haha Fo shizzle
So So Def
[Hook]
All I'm trynna do is get my doe up
I'm your boy you're my
to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope, not
the wall
But I'm ready, never fall
They call this hip hop
[B.O.B.:]
It's the game that pays me
But somehow lately the game's been crazy
Ya I'm an 80's baby
Got so much trouble
Hate this job
Tried to get out
Trapped like a dog
No I don't like
Pumpin' gas
Do ya hate to wait
Life's a game
Play
scared to book em when you get uptight
[ VERSE 3: Johny see ]
Now I'm the prince of rhyme, and all of you cry
And I'm inspired by the beat and all you
Fix my eyes on the cross
Fix my eyes on the boss
I ain't tryna flop no
Wait my time get the gwop
Build my house call me bob
Ya dun know
Spit hard
you say my name
That people won't ignore ya
That's pathetic
Just another sorry chump in the game
Go ahead keep bumpin' my name
'cause your just pumpin
me have to bring it to ya'
Who gonna be the next clown to come step into my bounds
Right now get down for the crown, mess around get pound
ya'll interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga
Wasn't even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there
These niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that
yea bruh,
calibre up another level,
I come to settle
your soft rock pebble come get crushed by heavy metal,
I'm the master of puppets Gepeto
you
on track can’t shoot myself like Cheddar Bob
Up on the top I’ll be alone
Changing the crowd they follow me home
Widen ya view pocket ya phone
Eye
charge them bitches extra
You're bleeding by a great white and I just caught the scent every dollar every cent
I'm biting off all I can get
I'm chewing
that
What ya man say ? He shocked by tha band ?
So understand I bring it cut throat to ya jam
Got a blood vendetta I’m sworn to keep
I’m bound to making
phranchise
Winnin' by a landslide and you know you can't hide
Mouth watering musical madness
More bomb than Bombay in glad bags
Get mesmerized, spellbound
creates balance, Infamous wild life federation
My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate
Derate barracks, don't get yourself embarrassed
My click
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