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Bob Marley walkin' like he talk it
Goodness me can't you see I'm gonna cough it
Give it away give it away give it away give it away now x 3
a glaze
Working at the suffering
Learned a lot from Mr. Scott
Bob was always muttering
Damn it I need fucking pot
There is Mundo
Crushing something in
screwed up like a toolkit
I got it with me no builder Bob
Run it up when we kick it like Finish Line yea
let me hit then I dipped now she in denial yea
But
ya need
Need a ranch in hidden valley where the deed
Too many niggas downfall is greed
Ain't Socrates I'm just Desmond Reed
It's that mothafuckin me
of Vodka as we forget time
Let's clean up the Chevy so we can ride by
Quick piece of pussy call it a drive by
I'ma slide by sipping on that high life
Passed down like 4x100m relay
It's a dash to the summit
And Hustlers can't stomach crabs in the bucket
That would cash in their mothers facts
You not
Death before dishonor put my trust up in these slugs
No trust, no love
Say bitch I get it up in blood
Tell me when did I go wrong, where did I go
Feeling like Calvin when he got that job
Like bad girl Riri when she got that bob
Like the first black girl in the white school
Like the first rap
[Chorus]
Though I know my world may change
It's all in fun and games
And I know adventure is just the way to live
I've got to let the gypsy dance
Forget
the light
But who really cares we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full
with me, your top missin' (Yup, yup)
Found 'em by the dock, fishin', caught 'em in it (Yup-yup-yup, yup)
I wet 'em up right now (Yup-yup-yup)
And I'm
Throw your hands up in the air like you never even cared
Fellas bob your head and ladies let me see you whip your hair
Shake your body to the ground
I have a burden of pure vengeance
That I was damned with from my birth
And it will the force that drives me
Until the day I quit this earth
You live
grains
And it's a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors
When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
Yarr...
Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he
road, you know it won't be long,
Gypsy child you're mine
One foot in the grave, one hand on the wheel,
Beauty calls freedom moans
Oh your pleasure is
way
And if you ever come by here
Be it for Jane or for me
I want you to know your enemy's sleeping
I want you to know your woman is free
Yes,
see 'em getting weaker
Walnuts, shake your boobs to the beat
Walnuts, set fire to your seat
Walnuts, make you bob and weave
The second that it's
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon
We got weeds in
Don't tell me we can't make it right
Why should we have to fear the night
Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
'cause I chop motherfucking redneck silly
Peeked in his yard and what did I see
I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep
like me
People all around world (please stand up)
I still believe that there's a place in this world
A place for me and you
Cannot understand it
the wolf, knocking on his door
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin"
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not
the wolf, knocking on his door
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin"
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
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