Lyrics:
done the twist
And the mashed potatoes too
The swim and the fly have all gone by
There's a brand new dance for you
Come on do the jerk everybody
interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn't even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there, these niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that girl is
over yo' head
And I'm BoB a k
A Bobby Ray so don't you ever forget, yeah
Yeah it's Playboy Tre bitch I'm back
Once again where the fuck we at?
Standin
Hook:2x
This gone make ya bob ya head & groove & this gone lift ya spirits up that's true & this gone make ya wanna 2 step & move said this gone be
fucking out of order.
Nicko: No it ain't. No it ain't.
Steve: Yes it is.
Nicko: No it ain't. If I'd 'a known...now I'm the fuckin' cunt all
the end
And when this track is over we can do it all again yeah
All you gotta know
All you gotta know
All you gotta know
All you gotta know is this son
All
a strong way
But I've been driven by attraction
Your body is bangin'
Baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy
Now tell me how you want it
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
in a Nissan
And I used to be embarrassed by his car but I was driven
Now a nigga got a Benz be my underprivileged too big
All I had was time
mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep your day job
My competitors never know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell
blasted,
This is suicide letters all over again I thought that I passed it
But I guess that I didn't cause this one is written and there is no mending
But
Check it out
Some rarely saw the negative cause
From the depths of one's blurred everything's now
Cleared by laws
Mad for mere seconds, in
By now I think it's real, I'm the best one
Yes son, I take it to the old school
I spit super rhymes 'cause I am so cool
A duel? You must be fool
and Kurupt featurin' Nas
Y'all didn't know that, huh?
We gon' keep it goin' like that
Ya know what I mean? Keep goin', yeah!
We won't stop, bitch, niggas keep
and covered up her head
And now there's not a thing can wake Irene
Wake up Irene, you've sleep too long
Wake up Irene, it's time to move along
Wake up
and covered up her head
And now there's not a thing can wake Irene
Wake up Irene you've slept too long
Wake up Irene it's time to move along
Wake up
dark thoughts
But my days counting down, this the ball drop
In the world on our own, we can not stop
And we try to hold it down, word to Shad Moss
Now we
Close to the edge, down by the river.
Down at the end, round by the corner.
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that it's all over and done,
Called to the seed,
the bedroom and all around
Touch me now
I close my eyes
And dream away
It must have been love
But it's over now
It must have been good
But I lost
Peace God (Peace to the gods)
How you God? (Studying 120 right now
Call me back at the God Hour)
The Fuck?
It's just the new way of thinking
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
I'm sick of the truth being silenced
I'm sick of the unbelievable violence
Caught up in our lives ignoring real issues
It affects us directly all
grey
It feels like 1974
Ghastly mellow saxophones all over the floor
Feels like 1974
You could vote for Labour, but you can't anymore
Feels like 1974
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