Lyrics:
the game
Sipping on purple
But can’t stop the reign
If ya girl over here
Then she get slain
It’d be best if you stayed in your lane
You play you lay
around diamonds and pearls
Never seen so many thick girls
Discover new worlds, look at my watch can't focus
Last two hours are lost every move fills me
blow by, I'm getting' you high
Bob Nesta said it best everything will be all right
Introspect connect the sect's and let this music make you fly
Close
beat
I spit on the beat, I shit on the beat, then I wipe with an emcee
Throw them in the trash
B.o.B stop
Wait a minute maybe just switch up the flow
Well stop listening and go get u some
We just trying to motivate you to go get you some
I heard money can't buy happiness (Who lied?)
All bills paid
Yeah I'm so damn grateful
I grew up, really wanted gold fronts
But that's what you get when Wu-Tang raised you
Y'all can't stop me
Go hard like I got
Ugggghhhhh!
[Chorus with ad-libs]
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now
Whoadie gone, can't stop now
Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now
Whoadie gone,
Hey girl, what's your sign?
I don't really give a shit
I just want to know if you're the kind of girl
That's into astrology
You're not suppose
black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet"
By the track wetter
The ass-spreader
I love the grimey shit even my girl did grimey shit to me
And I went
John Mayer
Fuck a long saber like i ain't
Luke Skywalker I'm Darth Vader
Armed with Vegas' claw blade may god
Save em -like Bart's neighbors
Stop hating
He spent 15 years
Getting loaded for 15 years
Till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do
Now that he cant drink?
The Doctor said:
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
The amount of girls me have, can't complain
Leave from Panama, come check me a Spain
Say they want to sample the long sugar cane
Hawkeye love the girl them, it
I’m shaking, I’m breaking
Stop killing us
I can’t breathe
I ca
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe
America ain’t always been beautiful, face
baby, I can't help myself
And I don't know why but I can't stop thinking
'Bout late last night, when you put it down
Had to turn around and
Now it's
on to everything that pass you by
Can't resist, girl, and I can't lie
Now tell if you are here for me
Or everybody watchin' you shake from left to right
The way
Cant stop wont stop Charlie make the booty drop
Cant stop wont stop Server make the booty drop
Cant stop wont stop J make the booty drop
Cant stop wont
Caruso’s walking and he’s lost
Bro can’t find the trash can
Gives the look of pure exhaust
Physics on the sheet banana in his hand
Will he cheat does he not
time for feelin's
But i can find time to get behind it, slide it inside
And dick it) (ye, uh)
Cmon girl stop with that love shit
You know we got
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
your whole shit back phat
Don't step to me with that
We can't have that weak that
Bob Digital inside your citadel
Shit is critical, word it's gonna take
to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
Your squad arti-choke
Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't
on to everything that pass you by
Can't resist, girl, and I can't lie
Now tell if you are here for me
Or everybody watchin' you shake from left to right
The way
rappers need
But Don't let nothing stop that creativity
Listen king
As The spirit of bob Marley sings
Don't let nothing stop creativity
Same day
A different
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