Search results for 'the city by bob welch' Page #9

to be broke by my elbows
We ain't selling 3.5s, get a elbow
Don't work for UPS but in my city I mail those
Bitches wanna get jiggy, get with me
Them

On keeping staff 
I moved them to my city
I’m still helping when
They do me dirty
Man
I’m too forgiving 
But it got me this far
So I keep on giving

Some days

blessed by this come up/
Surrounded by water, swimming in red stripe and rum punch//
 Touring out the city, people living hella 3rd world/ 
Life

on me. I got whatchu need
I'm resurrecting funky rhythms
That'll move yo feet
At least bob yo head
Maybe touch yo soul
Chiza-Bam by my side
Coastslide we

Okay, rich mother fucker home 505
From the east side of town where you don't drive by
What's that sound? It's another drive-by
Always got a mask

honest
But my niggas money hungry
Owning companies, went to college
First you get a couple slaves
Make them work a couple days
By a couple, every fucking

Walkin' to Missouri

Sammy Kaye

The Sammy Kaye Collection

2001

Walkin' To Missouri
Sammy Kaye
Peaked at # 11 in 1952
Words and music by Bob Merrill, 1952
Poor little robin walkin', walkin', WALKIN'

Up in Blood

Boosie Badazz

38 Baby

2016

up
Can't trust nobody, can't let 'em get me caught up
Get up in my way he gon' get his head bust
Bob their head to my music, but don't feel my pain

was just chillin'
Within two weeks was playing songs by bob dylan
It just seemed to come easier the harder she tried
How many times must the cannon

I am a lonesome hombre
I spend my time driving my truck around town on Saturdays
I moved here from the city
I thought that maybe
All of my luck would

cruise by
Niggas new so they fuu
Better move by
Wit ya boo and like two
Ima smooth guy 
Waking thru wit da fit
Louie shoes tied
Smokin strong off a spliff

Sparrows sit. A grOSbeak
betrays itself, by that

peculiar squeak--ary EFFECT
of SLIGHTest tinkling

measures. Soundness
pleasing ... We hear!

Does

Halle Berry (She's Fine)

Beenie Man

Down South Slangin 59

2009

dat make me happy
And I'm all the way in your city
I'm from Louisiana so you gotta show me how your
City do it for the camera
Make it drop and bring

Weak Become Heroes [Ashley Beedle's Love Bug Vocal]

The Streets

Original Pirate Material [UK]

2002

Turn left up the street
Nothing but gray concrete and deadbeats
Grab something to eat, Mickey D's or KFC
Only one choice in the city, don't voice

Skyline ablaze in a Bob Ross pic
You don't have to acknowledge I'm raw give a shit
Never nah you can talk of me fond when I'm gone
Bad news bear

If we catch the sunrise
It's only a moment passing us by
So how many moons have shined
Somehow here now
I don't really know quite why
But somehow

Saint,
also from the Kottonmouth Kommitte, was caught by survalence
camera
At JJ's Liqour in the city of Orange
Making off with 2 cases of beer, 1 pint

And bob it and weave it, I just can't believe it

You caught me by surprise baby
That big ol' ass on top of them thighs baby
I just want to know if you

Walk around the city by my lonesome
All that what I see is where the flow from
There's a million faces in the place to be
Get it where I fit in

locked until the morning
I'mma do by 23
What they couldn't do by 40
Got a shorty with a Beamer
Her ex-boyfriend was a cheater
So I'm driving while she's

the racket
More rappers talking shit like they giving back
To the city they were backin'
But they are lackin'
Took the trapping money to pay the Maybach
How's

the wok for better words he sip that lean now watch this bitch scream
Oh he keep laughing like he Bob till I put holes in him
My city like chi-town, put

the semi
Bet he run right when he hear me
His niggas masqueradin, faker than silicone
A bad apple in the bunch
Now we figure your city foldin
Homie, I'm from

my city streets

[Chorus]

[Ta]
I'm headed to Stunna Island it's lovely over there
sand in my toes feel the breeze in my hair
in the two piece Chenell