Lyrics:
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But
your head bob your head if you feel this
And this the real
Bob your head bob your head if you feel this
I'm over fences
My lifestyle so expensive
I'm
Hey Bobby
Why are you stayin' in here in this shadow?
Come over by the fire
I'll have a drink with you
This is our house now
So let's act like
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
look
you do it all by the book
you a clone now hoe this ain't dial Jones
now hurry on home or give a dog here a bone
no point intended
yo shit
nigga! Yeah
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I'm that nigga that you heard about by word of mouth
They probably say I change the music in the dirty south
Now that
How much warning will it take?
Seas arising, lands ablaze
Groundwater’s drying - are we stupid? Crazed?
Bob could not move - water got too hot
Sinatra ripping the beat apart
Shining like a diamond when I be rhyming
But y'all in the dark
On point like a poisonous dart
I can feel it now, the fame is
got 51 flavors for yall you hear that lighter striking
Grab the loud split it down roll it up we choking Bruh Blowing that Bob Blowing that Bob Bob
companions
Now, Bob to me (although a freak) is the greatest of all entertainers
And I'll drive out here almost every week just to hear them fingers picking
lil youngin' couldn't sleep at all. I had my face hidden under the sheets, never thought that I could be loud now Im yellin' over beats "lada".
Im
head too
Bob ya head too, you just you just bob ya head too
You claimed my dream was nothing
Now I'm doing something bout it
And I'm banging on these
""Bob Venke, the Flamingo overlord
Has no qualms about annihilation
You should watch your back when he's in town
Or else it might be your neck
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
gettin' married
He likes to drink a beer or two every now and again
He always had more dogs than he ever had friends
Bob ain't light in the loafers
still live with the piano.
I played with that piano. Every day, I would drape a sheet over the piano. It would be my fort underneath. I would read
outside your door.
You ain't seen nothing like it.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
Not since the Civil War.
Coming over the hill are the boys
Boing>
(Yeah representin' live all my UK hip hop heads in the North Side, el tarno)
Down it's gonna bang in ya face, lets go
[Skinnyman (RZA)]
new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's
around to the kottonmouth nation
Pass it around pass it around
I puff and budge you know I'm all about it I got the reggae rock
And smoking up my whole
struggled, and his dad was a ghost
Still Bob was money when you needed him most
That was so long ago now it's been twenty years
Hit the class reunion have
new life, peace true indeed, off T's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's
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
the love and inspiration, plenty
Yeah I'm loved by many, and only hated by a little
Now I think it's time to switch the lyricism, peep the riddle
I was
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