Lyrics:
jazz we do funk and then classical
With a clash to Outkast, back to Johnny Cash
Flash from Black Thought and
A Tribe Called Quest
Les from Primus, Mos
funk and classical
With a clash to Outkast, back to Johney Cash
? and Black Dawn and? called west
Less from promise, Mos Def, and quay lee
Zep Lin, eye
or your own place
You fans online are bored by your face
You're standing by the mirror taking selfies
And your homies are getting pay increase
Eh hey Bob
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
knowledge nigga kickin no abuse
New souf dungeon building be the DOOK
OutKast thang nigga born to bless the booth
Got da vision flowing young nigga word ooze
nigga! Yeah
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I'm that nigga that you heard about by word of mouth
They probably say I change the music in the dirty south
Now that
He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years
Till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do
Now that he can't drink?
The Doctor said: "What ya
В сердце ложь
В спине нож
Ты не выкупаешь тела дрожь
(Beats by Triller)
В сердце ложь в спине нож
Ты не выкупаешь тела дрожь
В сердце ложь в спине
mentioned by Neil Young when he sang
Dr Bob was a master of the Ancient Greek
and lectured that History was a game of hide and seek
Preacher Bob never cheated
I'LL ScIL 'EM UP cND DOWN,
I'LL ScIL 'EM UP TO BOB CcY, I'LL ScIL 'EM UP cND DOWN,
ScIL BOcT, ScIL BOcT, ScIL BOcT, ScIL,
WRITTEN BY KIRKLcND BODIE,
Bob Crane
He was a mean old bastard
By the name of Bob Crane
He lived for the money and power
And felt no shame
Shit faced on whiskey
He beat
B.O.B
What's up, what's, down.
Ladies and gentleman we are entering into the fifth dimension
And I mention we gone.
Right on right on
B.O.B
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you're
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you're
He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years
Till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do
Now that he can't drink?
The Doctor said: "What ya
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
a pack lay my head back lettin' my head bob. RIP to the greatest of all, without his work I would have never evolved into a rap god.
Damn that weed smells
Bob-o-mani.
Så I en stol på en bar i en by sidder Bobby og spiller om en hel masse penge.
Det er poker, kabale, uno, per og whist - og det ka han gøre længe.
hear the loud voices, that's my homies calling
Open up the windows, let the angels fall in
As I bob and weave between stars
Learn and dream between
Bobby baby...
Bobby bubi...
Angel, I've got something to tell you Bob...
Rob-O...
Robby, love...
Bobby, honey...
Bobby, we've been
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so messed
ear
And do all the things that make a nigga want to get near
Oh I'm a Queens representative
Get wild by any means my incentive is
When we done, I
And do all the things that make a nigga want to get near
Oh I'm a Queens representative
Get wild by any means my incentive is
When we done, I start it up
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whisky
And some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
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