Lyrics:
Forty two or forty and twenty is always sixty two or sixty
Earnings before interest and taxes
People have the power
No
People have to pay for power
to get paid?
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
You’re yelling and screaming up on stage?
(That’s a gimmick) when your
Career is numbered by days?
(That’s
too thick I'll slice it for yu
I'll be your handyman
I'll be your handyman
I'll be your handyman
I'll be your handyman
All you need to do is call
a glove
I got love for the one to be tuned in
Didn't get two cent it was too thin
Two tied up into a tube bin
Threw two for the one to just move in
Too real
she'd pass for 17
Too pretty to be working such a lousy job
Beauty queen smile, hair cut in a bob
Sidney Wells' rig came weaving down the road
well I give
P-Nut joins our back, must be arthritic
Tim is from the '70's and so we live it
SA has the wisdom of a Nobel Laureate
I'm down for our
Time: 2:46 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m
(Bob Dylan)
Old Reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground
With an iron
on the scene with cocktails
One nigga looking for po po, in Forest Hill
Someone looking through windows
The doorbells goes off followed by the pump and gas
on struggling for my success like Bob lashley
You dont need to be mad at me
I'm only fighting for my future kids
Never give up like john cena pls
Always been up
fuckin' mad at you
But if ya bitin' don't be frightened kid
I'm sorta likin' whatcha stealin'
Your open wound style needs some healin'
Checked out by my
ONLY BE FOR SANTA
T IS FOR THE CHRISTMAS TREE
M IS FOR THE MISTLETOE AND
A STANDS FOR ANGELS, FINALLY HOW COULD WE FORGET THAT-
S STANDS FOR FROSTY
to scratch it
Patch it through to my crew, I'm out for revenue
Niggas is actin' up, meet me at the rendezvous
We know what you be likin'
That's why we keep it
like they the big man on campus
To get rocked and is da big man on campus
His blood will be the pain and the ring will be the canvas
It's a masterpiece,
riches
Time is money I ain't wasting time
I'm feelin like Kobe I'm in my prime
I swear I been hurt yeah too many times
No I ain't got time for all them
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
on the
Porch smokin' bomb again
Now they could be in the suburbs
On them brightly painted curbs
Puffin' the herb and lookin' for
Somebody to swerve on, but no!
that's what I call a gangsta to the fullest, shit
I'm tryin' to make more cream
By every September 14th, that's my dream
So I can be more clean as I
some cap all of it is untrue
Care for my people when they will be down I'll come to save the day like M'baku
Run with the panthers I'm killing this shit
don't blame them
Who cares what time it is? No one can be sure, who or what it is that we're fighting for
But the boys will come home soon, wearing
Thick
J-Bob for Destroy to Enjoy
Bill Bueller for inspiring the title
The Binghamton Psychedelic Heads
Thanks for being and having been
Be bold with your
It's just Me against the world
Yeah I'm by Myself
Its me and my girl
I don't need no help
For someone Who's "irrelevant"
Y 'all give me lots
When you know I'm here to rip
You be hating for no reason
But you'll always bite
Your tongue
And your bitch going bite her lip
Probably pass her to my
it, what was once so majestic
Is now only adored by epileptics
I record to resurrect it, by my own accord I can't accept it
But when something gives
Discuss these b is for bob by bob pm 1138 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In