Lyrics:
that's my dough you're trappin', I'm clappin' your way
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they
Shit Word
I bust that niggas ass right now
Ain't none of those niggas can fuck
What nigga you can never fuck me my nigga
I'll fuck you up right now
The baddest Bobbysoxer that you ever seen
Reppin' my team
We real all the time, so my squad keen, bing
Dave, it's me Sinatra and my boy Dean
The way we
on my neck, it got your bitch droolin'
(Got your bitch droolin')
Time to show these boys who
Really gettin' to it
Always down to party
Goin' for the win,
Mac in
Download my catalogue, put it on repeat
Damn I'm feeling Beastie
The boy out in DC need a DD you can't keep me
PG shooting free throws like I'm
till I go talk yes I do
Boys who dey jealous won stress by boo
And if a nigga tries he dey vex my goons
S3 wo nim Tema boys wey dey pet my boo
She biz
Narrator: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Larry the Cucumber
presents, in a sequential image, stereophonic, multimedia event, The
Song
hear Cass spit again
My women friend? Bad Boy It's
All About The Benjamins
You bend your men over then stick it in
Bitch you feminine
You think cause you
Gee Bob, If I wouldn't have went inside of that Luby's guy
I would still be alive guy
If I was, that guy David Koresh guy.
Which is me? What I
Bob, drug dealer on the block
So you a bad boy
You carry big toys
You wanna get to know me, so you could just enjoy
Talk to me by your actions, I don't
I drive a big freight liner, and I made my last payment today
And I drive to all points outta New York City to LA
Well, that little woman smiles
I'm loving
Boy, but she don't mean a thing
My enemies have betrayed me
Have overtaken poor Bob at last
Enemies have betrayed me
Have overtaken
that's my dough you're trappin', I'm clappin' your way
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they
that's my dough you're trappin', I'm clappin' your way
Just some ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
Oooh, lawd! lookit you, boy! chain thoo de nipples 'n evvy goddam thing! you a sick white muthafucker, ain'tcha?
Rhonda:
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making
We made Oklahoma a little after three
Randy, his brother Bob, and my old GFC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
the bag
Nothing Dey inside
Shey na like this we go Dey Dey
Them say make just I dey play
I buckle my shoes i enter the game
Many many things wey Boys still
here on these old roads
All them ol' country boys
There's Kenny Rogers an' Charley Pride
Mel Tillis, Moe Bandy
Mickey Gilly, Boxcar Willie
Porter
Always been scared of myself
Cos my mum told me, I was a man by the age of six
Started to see like nobody else
Although I didn't have a license
Boy
darlin'
You never even call me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charley Pride
And you don't have to call
"fill?"
And says "penny for your thoughts now my boy Bill"
She went away
She cut me like a knife
Hello beautiful thing
Maybe you could save my life
of the time and I don't get no sleep
Don't get me confused with just any other Chad
I'm a freak and unique and all them other boys can stay mad
My time here is
I wanna play at
Red Hat and Walnut Creek
Where people gotta stand ‘cause I sold out the seats
Where people wave their hands and bob their heads to my
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