Lyrics:
From slapping emcees from here to Dallas, yeah
Yo, if God loves ugly then I must be his favorite
Still act shitty, drop a bitch all flagrant
Rap Bob
with me
We've come along to hear you all play
And I know the wide porch is the place to be
'Hi there! I'm so glad you dropped by
Betty replies
We'd love
girl maybe I'm blessed
All the conversations
Dirty talks on occasion
Know that one day she wishes that I was taken by her
Cause love is what she feels
time
'Cause I'm trying to do what I've loved, I love what I do
This music is something more different than the weed and the brew
That's why we
time
'Cause I'm trying to do what I've loved, I love what I do
This music is something more different than the weed and the brew
That's why we
then I'll gun ya down
I'll stop pulling off heists when I'm dead
Never was bothered much by a price of my head
Because I love the chase
Whether I escape
this program to bring you a special bulletin
Bob Digital located inside the hood again
Last seen helpin the crack fiend in detox
Smackin this cat in
this program to bring you a special bulletin
Bob Digital located inside the hood again
Last seen helpin the crack fiend in detox
Smackin this cat in
And all the hippie chicks down on 6th street sing
Got to keep your love alive
You got to fight for the Austin sound
Make your little light shine,
for
Shattered by the impact of falling garage doors
Jump the boards like parkour, what's the raw score?
I don't know I paused the game to rock
a dime here, a dime there
I headed out for anywhere
Found myself a love affair
And fled her in my underwear
Staying was a thing I refused to
And when
Yeah, they call me black and ugly
But I go so hard, make the whole world love me
I remember when y'all used to call me ugly
Isn't it ironic know
for tension as we're undressing
Don't know if I should call her witch doctor, or just doctor
By the time she's done with me
I feel so good
I don't
two
It was last call for alcohol
Billy got mean and he wanted to brawl
Old Jim Bob he was under the table
He wanted me to drive, I was barely able
A sotto voice sang for the soprano singer
Whose tyrannical arais won't cease to linger
Bob's out there none of us play cool
Classmates in
love down down down
Just know by the end of the night
She going to be calling me Caesar (Julius)
They call her Houdini at night
Nobody sees her
Aye, Aye
Gave him the pussy one time and he coming back for mo
Like the black pussy, Creme, and sugar
Better call him Joe
Ho, I ain't the one, Get
Oh God it's Major League
My love lasts long like a picture
I listen to your words like a scripture
I know your heart's taken by the mister
But you
character (EM!)
Cuz, I am not Stan!
I don't run like Kelly.
I don't rap for the title.
Nor for the money.
I can be. Just as Shady.
More explosive than. TNT.
you know in the Chi
That's that best side
And don't you know I got love for that Southside
And don't you know my Granddaddy on that Southside
And don't
raised by DMX the last
Real nigga alive, nah nigga it's still real
Niggas alive tonight we
Real niggas alive, we alive tonight
Bruh, we alive tonight, bruh
kindred and all
By the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call
But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid or drear
Than to stand in a bar, of a pub
line, please
Cause beats are valued, yeah, more than the rhyme scheme
Even clubs need a beat with bob
Try to compete with a head bob for a tune
Even grime
She come through and just suck it off
So if you scared get a weapon
Every day a nigga live like he prepared for Armageddon
Now when they call me
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