Lyrics:
Eh Chett you good…
Yeah…
Uh...
I am just tryna get by
I wanna try to be fly
She want me but I say bye
See I'm rapping ends
By the Benz
knuckles on stun and made them all fall)
Then I just laughed
(We whooped that ass)
And put the feelings aside, I know who I am
I cast the grain by
Rain drops of water that turn into hard glaciers
Bob Barker microphones, I get paper
My block is cocaine central, eat your food
With ancient
can do is
Try again, try again, try again
Try again girl
Tiring, Tiring
I'm so tired of where I've been
Bob and weave, hide and bend
All to look good in
Bill ain't a sucka
Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker
Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me
I'm dead so pass the bob G
Quality is what you think you see
Before God's choreography
Gets tangled in your synapses dreams
Oh please tell me you know what I mean
Well I could
know my root
So I can’t stop working, the truth
The hustle no easy, I no refuse
But I can’t use that as an excuse
Baba God by me, strong like rock
Yo B (turn your speakers up man)
Turn your speakers up money!
Yo God! (Yo God?)
Yo I got mad skills.
Isn't that money?
Chorus: Snoop
New York
good for you like a vegatable
Shows by the several
Schedule full of festivals
And if I ever do time
Than you know it's federal
Uh, incredible, yeah
But by the grace of God, I was born with it, come on get it
Jesus loved me from the beginning, that's why sometimes
Even though it looks like I
sticks Kung Fu
Papa Penny I'm shinning
Bob Mabena iconic
Blessing by da pounds
Swerving lanes on N1
So fresh from Enanda
Drippy drip Cape Town
Hey wena
through you
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your
ginger
Almighty dick ran in with a cape, some call him engine
Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attached to God
Thick like a Great Adventure cigar, in
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
Rain drops of water that turn into hard glaciers
Bob Barker microphones, I get paper
My block is cocaine central, eat your food
With ancient
My name is Naå Båri
And you know I’m based wherever God takes me in life
And right here is some raw shit I wrote while reflecting on some crazy shit
[Wyclef]
(Come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than Bootsy Collins
You verses me
Thats like Ali verses Foreman (a-ha)
God's act, stand back and watch
service
Pray the Lord I’m in my bag but you can call it a Birkin
These rap niggas never step up to me
I’m making them nervous
I’m probably God Body, Bob
God gave me a gift, to put people at ease
What I do is, what I do
If I was to sit down and try to
Tell you, break it down
You know technically, i
did it by my self
when you know know I guess you know god damn god damn I guess you know
I did it by my self
Oh really
All my boys tell me I go Rambo
I
Flexibly bob and weave
Chasing after are own feelings of ecstasy
To take flight involves my game tight
I'm a meteorite target in sight
Week after week fuck
Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine
Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with Rastas
For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas
I own so many
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
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