Lyrics:
Yuhh… Yo
On that Bobby shit you feel me
Ayo Bobby you gotta hit me up dawg
Yo fuck it lets get this shit going man
Bobby got me killen all the bars
something that I can’t believe
Nut then I clocked and I knew it had to stop
I thank God for the process I learned a lot with you
If we got a problem let it
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
shopping for your next free meal,
Cuz when we start the revolution all you'll probably do is steal.
"Hey, Bobby...the Masters are back. They're up to no
one...Ooof! Come on, Concorde!
[thwonk]
CONCORDE: Message for you, sir.
[fwump]
LAUNCELOT: Concorde! Concorde, speak to me! To whoever finds
this note, I
the first time in his life he felt free
oh bobby didn't know
he came to the wrong place
on this december night
he got killed by some farmer
whose wife he
man he looked at me
And oh the hurt in this man's eyes that just broke my heart in two
It seemed I could hear him say son I'm doing this for you
I knelt
Ivanka, stiff arm her while I'm hittin' on Melania
And this song's for all ya
'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me
They want me to go eat some
and get me
Now I'm old and shit is trippy, but I know that god is with me
This that baby mama drama
Give a fuck about a man I know Imma
Be there for my son,
This for all my people gone
Thinking why y'all had to go
I'm just sitting up at home nothing else inside to show
Wanted y'all so the man I came
liver than coke
Now what Clan you know with lines this ill?
Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill
Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high
Yeah, yeah
Hahaha
Ayy
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with
People sayin' it's a horserace
But I let 'em all win for their self-esteem
Cuz my album's on the shelf, by itself, you see
I don't help for free, I
smokin
This aint your average smoking song
And you can tell by the smell of what we're smoking on
I was high as hell when I wrote this song
In and out
burn hurt turn nuns
I be jumpin' through the flame
With the name B.O.B.B.Y.
Makin' a hobby
Smoke the honey dip got my throat groggy
You doo-doo
that's a secret
Baby, I'll build you up
Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side
I'd build you up
Girl, I need to know for sure you're mine
I
a cell in The Tombs
Judy jumped in front of a subway train
Eddie got slit in the jugular vein
And Eddie, I miss you more than all the others
This song is
the world created by Bobby C
Won't you come join me, the land of the free
That could just be we
I just went and built a team
Only Sundays when we on the scene
killed this shit
Bobby went and killed this shit
Imma slap both of them silly
Yo its Swami but Im feeling like another me
I feel the energy filling me
front you?
No thanks, pay my fucking money
Wipe that smirk off yo face nigga
None of this shit funny
I admit
I was wrong for the person I used to be
I
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
(ooh, you know you got going on)
Uncle Mike is in the house (this ain't a R&B song)
Bob Power is in the house (you got it going on)
Tim Latham is in
or gentile
When you enterin' the realm, you find me at the helm
Still standin' like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of BX, can old school it like
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