Lyrics:
stressing like 'oh shit'
That's the shit that I don't like
Non-rappin' rappers in the booth and they don't write
Fuckin' stupid ass rappers
Acting out
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
a one-horse open sleigh.
A day or two ago,
the story I must tell
I went out on the snow
And on my back I fell;
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open
nothing
But it's something, such a shame
So caught up in the fantasy
Humanity has made a love story out of tragedy
But there is no romance in life
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
If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three card molly
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty,
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
out these bars
Cuz they have a funny aftertaste
Stittin in these cars
In a drag line about to race
Kick it in reverse
Spit a verse blindfolded
Kill
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
at the waves
She keep on calling cuz i aint been home in somes days
Im on the road to them riches if yeen wit me then stay out the way
I done been left by some
Cooking in da kitchen
Cooking in da kitchen
Cooking in da kitchen
Yeah
You can find me cooking in da kitchen
I put out my rollie on my wrist then I
I tell her I was out of a job
From now on things were going to be tight
How well I remember it cut like a knife
I was never a day on the dole in my
day
Can't get enough that day
I'm thinking of that day
Picked me out a rose, stands by her man
She wants to party, she loves to dance
Won't raise me
gone
And come morning
I am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving
out arenas with big ass stages
And everybody loved me and no one ever hated
Let's try to use imagination
Can we pretend that airplanes
In
of spree"
We wrote "May he rest in peace".
For Bob was known on the Overland,
A regular old bush wag,
Tramping along in the dust and sand,
Humping his
You thought you were the only one ballin'
You thought you were the only one slabbed out
You thought you were the only pimpin'
In the VI with
There she go
There she go
There she go
There she go
By the sunset
By the sunset
Yeah by the sunset
No days off no rest
Yeah by the sunset
By
Lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
Now all the real players throw your Rollies in The air
And wave 'em all around like you just don't
Yea
Yea
Glock
Glock
Kept in the compartment
This is
Is
Kept in the compartment
Kept in the compartment
This is the day
Day
Glock kept in the compartment
Day by day (Simple as a pimple pimpin)
Do it Day by day yeah (Gotta live ya life)
I don't know about you
Day by day
Yeah
10 Toes in the game, boy you
her work is through, loving you
Until the day that you are me and I am you
Now ain't that loving you
Until the rainbow burns the stars out in
her work is through, loving you
Until the day that you are me and I am you
Now ain't that loving you
Until the rainbow burns the stars out in
majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
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