Lyrics:
Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh, hey
They think I'm the son of Bob Marley
All about the people like Garvey
Little do they know I'm a God-King
And I'm intelligent I think smartly
Woy yoy yo
Puffing on that shit that Bob Marley did
Snorting up that shit that killed Elvis kid
I'm looking paler than Michael Jackson skin
Living a life like
party
They drinkin' that more Bacardi, the music is hard body
They puffin' that Bob Marley, that ganja
The aunts and the mommas even ready for drama like
Jamaica, Bahamas, Brazil, Cuba you see
the brothers living hood life in every Country
Oh Bob Marley came and went away
for the Father had work for you
But what's good for the goose, is still good for the gander
See...
Chorus:
I don't believe Bob Marley died from cancer
31 years ago i woulda been
Bob Marley mi się śni
W jego słowach tajemnica tkwi
Uwierzyłem mu na słowo
Staram się żyć kolorowo
Bob Marley mi się śni
W jego słowach tajemnica
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
kiss
Snow falling at Christmas
Like sleeping in on Sunday
Laughter we never faked
Bob Marley in Summer
One love for each other
Oh it feels like
work
She know your a worker yeah you a rat you be informing
Pushing that loud just like a Harley
High as bob Marley 504 boi
I'm from New Orleans
out-smoke Bob, bitch
I'm high as Marley
Chilling at the crib making pape'
Ain't the type to party
Chopstick rusty
Unky sliding with a old rifle (Phew)
pretending to like Bob Marley
He sucks a big D
You should grow a couple nuts, I hate 'em!
All hippies are dirty and ugly
They're all covered in fleas
We
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
Zaytoven bang, bang, bang bang
All this weed I smoke I think I'm Bob Marley
(Dope)
I got a ounce in the motherfuckin' party (Oh)
Baby, please don't
he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
'cause even
spare time
She don't fuck on the first night, then she don't meet my dead line
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley, that Bob Marley like yeah molly
I'm
'em the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers
Yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah
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
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Her arm around me
Ooh, ooh-ooh
We sang quietly
Grandma, and me and Bob Marley
So baby when that sun ain't shining you can call on me
rappers, Logic's the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley
These racist motherfuckers hate that
and
Fuck hoes on my spare time
She don't fuck on the first night
Then she don't meet my dead line
Niggas smoking that Bob Marley
That Bob Marley like yeah
Bow bow bow
Bow bow
Bow bow bow
Bow bow
Bow bow bow
Hurricane
Bow bow
Bow bow bow
Bow bow
Bow bow bow
Bum bum bum
Bum bum bum
Bum bum
dotti,
She like to party,
Everybody in the damn place, Wilding,
She wilding, Go molly,
She naughty, She a batty,
Smoking on that Bobby Bob Marley
He took a sip from his can, and asked me if I had any songs by a man called Bob Marley
I said I did, started to play one and he sang and danced along
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