Lyrics:
like Jimi Hendrix, my hero, I realised, wait these songs of his
Some of them they're written by Bob Dylan
Maybe I should be listening to that guy more
It
ancient
I am Bob Marley relations
Weed helps with the changes
Drinks help me with strangers
You do this for rich and famous
I do this to be
and you know, lookin hard in the video. But, you know. Reality is..it's like I've always told to my husband, it's like, look, you know, we look at Bob
I was thinkin' while I prayed on my knees
But now that I'm grown, I found a sound of my own
I'm in the studio now and I feel I'm home
Can you feel it
On the answer sheet
Life's craft is a scrap
When you show your work
I would listen with a smirk
From irony to Irief
From Bob Marley smokin? stones
think we found the right person there,
Roland. and I think the album says everything. yeah, I wrote "kids of the
Century" about more than two years ago
Bob Marley use to talk about us (Exodus)
(This is our life's story)
Marcus Garvey use to talk about us (Know as the negro Moses)
Nat Turner use
'm dodging Bob and weaving
I feel like Marley chiefin'
Really cuz I been scarred from seeing shit
Got lots a reasons
She said she miss me I don't miss shit
But
Haus ist Martin, der langsamer als der Tunnel Staus ist
Reim für uns, die wirken wie die Siebziger
Alles wird freier und spritziger und Bob Marley
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
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
I'm Sick of the same ol same ol
Im switching up my game everyday
Leave my heart in the studio
Cause if not there'll be a price to pay
Especially for
Colloso, cheddar to make the nitros soggy
Ridin' Harley's, die smokin' juss like Bob Marley
I died in the wide open, at the Mobb party
Wit yo eyes open,
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
and real weed
I'm pleadin' guilty like Bob Marley
The weed killed me
I intercourse verbally, poetic perjury
To copy words of me leads to
Murder in the third
of competition when we bear the loss
Dependant, on platforms invented by the foreign lot
A developing economy, is where we got our studios at
I can talk about
Aye yo I'm Biggie Hypnotized mixed with Nas
With the spirit of Bob Marley
And a Rastafari god
Y'all niggas on that whack shit
Y'all don't even make
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
right now under the influence
But if you'd just torch those that say I shouldn't do this
Bob Marley'd out, at least 'til I'm back by the lake
But I
no longer leaping, he's sleeping
While you pussy niggas is sleeping, I'm thinking
Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winking
Bob Marley got me
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