Lyrics:
I went on my own to
Jamaica, to Bob Marley's old studio
And sang of a lovely, doomed young friend:
"Fatima Fatima, I'm in America
I make rhymes and I
and I
why did Bob Marley have to die
why you wrote a song say No Woman No Cry
Tribute to Bob
hammer it, hammer it
one love
from the Brothers in
Puffing on that shit that Bob Marley did
Snorting up that shit that killed Elvis kid
I'm looking paler than Michael Jackson skin
Living a life like
pounds and tryin to be a monster
Run around town with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his
and parasites
When I say "love" I see above your neck frowning faces
Stupidness easily comes and sticks to your races
Religion means war, war means no more happy
Haus ist Martin, der langsamer als der Tunnel Staus ist
Reim für uns, die wirken wie die Siebziger
Alles wird freier und spritziger und Bob Marley
kiss
Snow falling at Christmas
Like sleeping in on Sunday
Laughter we never faked
Bob Marley in Summer
One love for each other
Oh it feels like
'em the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers
Yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah
to me
More Buffett more beer ah ha yeah I'll play any song that you want to hear
A Bob Marley song or a sing along a little Jack Johnson yeah you can't go
I'm lit like Bob Marley
Trophies like Lombardi's
Party like Chris Farley
You messing with the greatest
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
(by Bob Marley)
Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned -
heard
Bob Dylan continued, Bob Marley resurged
Here's some realness for dinner, here's some more for dessert
Oh, leftovers, hope our bodies don't
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
"He did it again!" Haters no
more war
The can is raw like thirsty, rainy season thunder claps
On the block with your old pop pleading number act
To the spot with the red top
Zaytoven bang, bang, bang bang
All this weed I smoke I think I'm Bob Marley
(Dope)
I got a ounce in the motherfuckin' party (Oh)
Baby, please don't
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
Take me somewhere
All I want is you
Hook:
I don’t want to talk no more
I’m ready for war
Somebody should’ve told ya
Ima Buffalo Soldier
When
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all
(Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!)
"He did it again!" Haters no
Marley
Sip some Bacardi
Then go pull up at the after party
I think we make a perfect couple
But you think I'm trouble
Maybe that's the reason you gave
flow tight like Bob Marley's locks
I can't be dropped, I'm at the peak and I can't be topped
I'm wilding out, I've lost the plot, I can't be stopped
dotti,
She like to party,
Everybody in the damn place, Wilding,
She wilding, Go molly,
She naughty, She a batty,
Smoking on that Bobby Bob Marley
Okay
No Ceilings, motherfucker
Good morning
Dick in your mouth while you're yawning
I'm goin' in
Gudda, why they started me?
Marley, why they
rappers, Logic's the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley
These racist motherfuckers hate that
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