Lyrics:
foolin'
I'm killin' these squares, we call it a mass-acre
I got the bread, but these fuckers needs the dough like a baker
The legends above me love me
no you and me
There is just a blob
We could call it God
We could call it Bob
Hi Bob
Thanks for being
So complete
Thanks for putting me at ease
Thanks
man, went from that to makin a livin
Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin
And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed
It's the new way,
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
in the alley
Way hey hey hey bully in the alley
Help me, Bob, I'm bully in the alley
Bully down in shinbone al
I found by self out under three oh
Wey
the fire and pray to God it snows
All I need is you here with me
Every moment with you is like a sweet melody
Bing Crosby is playing on the radio
Keep me
Bobby...
Bobby baby...
Name it, Sarah Bobby bubi...
Listen, pal, I'd like your opinion Bob...
Rob-O...
Robby, love...
Try me, Peter Bobby,
heard, but he's seldom seen
His formula's simple and his format's big
“I just play anything, you call and tell me what you dig.”
Now Rex Bob David
anything
In our council estate as more an aspiration
To poshness
I was always pained by the fact that I was not a time lord
Nor a Pet Shop Boy
And looking
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But
(Whoa, Pause)
Pussy up
This hoe got no class
This bitch playing hookie bro
I'll get it by any means
That means I'll do anything
To get the cookie bro
So
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
show you where this dirty shotgun goes
Mad like six green mean joe's
If i'm a little crazy i think it already shows
Because i talk about anything that
lives at stake
Time to wake up, for god's sake!
Seems to me we haven't really learned anything from history
Why so many call enslavers kings, it's
south of the Rio
Bring the girls have a ball up all night no last call
Then sleep in until ten wake up and do it all again
Good friends are good for
of thoughts I gotta set straight
With a fucking noose and a neck brace
And I'm feeling like Im the next grave
Goddamn make it drop
Make the neighbors call
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
Hustle, nigga!
If I ain't the hottest nigga on the universe
I guess I'll have to do until he gets here, nigga!
[B.o.B] Here I go!
[T.I.] Hey Call me a lie,
wrong
If you learn to croon this happy tune
They call it Sam's song
"And now another treatment of this
Classic American Theme
Brought to you by
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
like a kite, it wouldn't cost a price
And even if it did it always be right, just like I'm Bob Barker
When I speak, pay attention, go over my words
been down so low just to get me up by drinkin' anything I can find
But now when they say Jones what are you on I just smile and say, loveshine.
I found
the senior
By then I would have graduated from the school of ruckus
Wyclef and Jerry Wonder, last of the producers
If the royalty ain't right, I put a call
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