Lyrics:
leads to his shack
Now, you know you're right if you hear a banjo picking away on a tune
See, that's Bob T, dweller of this forest sitting on his
youngins do is rhyme like they inebriated
I'm hated but yeah, that's how you know I made it
I'm one of the illest, I'm one of the realest, I'm ready
know where I'll be
'Cause if I ever am in doubt I'll just send it back to Harvey
(Hugh you're supposed to go up-line there)
I'll just send it back
Written by bob welch.
Don't think your dreams are sane
They're taking over your life
I stuck to you but I found out
That you was the crazy kind
Now
Lights, cameras, you know what the rest is
He has traits of what one of the best is
Who got the juice, I got the juice I'm bringing Welch's
We've got
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice
This is a song about our homeboy Bob Ross
Wear him on our shirts, hats and long socks
Always teaching us to make all the happy trees
Learning how
ain’t by mistake
Feed the fam they all getting plates
If we got problems, ima have my niggas send you home
That’ll put em in they place
Gold grills while
and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice
hoes
If gwap involved it's easily
Poppin' off: strip clothes
Big nose, look down the weapon nostril
After you feel the steel I cut ya
Body up like how
Jack
Not in a bad way, but a good way
Do you know any Cuban music Bob?
Does "I love Lucy" count?
Of course it does
But the one whom I love is
the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS-3, I got the *** by the tree
I love it when you call me big poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
I said shit real
I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass'
Do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel? Revolver with the spin
And you sweet like a welch's drink
Watch me so hard your neck get a kink
We like some vessels who here to think
We bout to blow no one holding the strap
Put
night you know what's what,
And if you're blaaagh you know what's what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed,
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
think say we no fit talk’’ election time we go talk! If dem born you well ! Collect rice! Collect beans! Sebi nah beans you go chop for four years! How
Smoking all the lows away
If I die while Im awake
I already know its great
Alright Cole so what do you contribute to the world
Like what do you think you
to be?
Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?
Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?
If I'm tried in a court
okie-doke, teah I'm raw you know my flow
Cause B.O.B. be actin hard like a Viagra overdose
Talkin that noise on all them songs
A buncha lil' boys but you all
-Bobby Stevens
He's gonna keep you up all night
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He's on my mind, he's always right
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He is the demon by my side
He's the guy
Discuss these if you think you know how by bob welch Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In