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alone then they're about to Womack
Hold that, ridin' that Phantom down on there
N**** said what up pimp, where the hoes at?
I'm just livin' baby,
your gear ain't shit your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit nigga your whips ain't shit
Bobby you ain't shit nigga I'm the shit
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
I'll put flowers at your feet and I will sing to you so sweet
And hope my words will carry home to your heart
You
Bobby me and Womack
Of course we got the J dot let sew that secure it like the numbers on a throwback jersey
Some niggaz heard me when I said
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees
What's the topic? I drop it
Fuck around then leave them all concussed
When I bust, no thrust, this world we
Man I can hear this shit across 110th street
Bobby Womack just grab the mink and stroll on U street
Was living with my uncle now I got some fans in
You read horoscopes girl, You know my sign so I won't do right
Aw yeah
Just wanna live your life I know just what you like
Aw yeah aw yeah
Come
open eyes
And the wind would carry your light to the skies
And the sun would start shinin' again
(Daddy what if the wind stopped blowin' what would
open eyes
And the wind would carry your light to the skies
And the sun would start shinin' again
(Daddy what if the wind stopped blowin' what would
not meant for your diction
Battled addiction in the womb
A crack baby by definition
Keys to ignition with no permission
That mean that I'm driven
Uh, I pop biscuit's off, your top
I lift it off (Boom boom)
Conway the world is yours
Rest in peace Bobby
You know what the fuck is up, nigga
La la la
pack
Time to finish these niggas, Mortal Kombat
Hit that bitch from the back, to Bobby Womack
Then send that bitch out dont need no contact
And these
friend across the 110 with Bobby Womack
Was trying to change your lifestyle
Now I want to see you back in the gutter back with your mother
Back with
open eyes
And the wind would carry your light to the skies
And the sun would start shinin' again
(Daddy what if the wind stopped blowin' what would
We Play What We Want Featuring d'Nessa The Insane Vocal Society, No D'finition Brother Polite, Dontae Winslow & Lucky Peterson
Written by: Bobby Ray
about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch
The Constitution says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak
Censor
A bottle of whiskey and some Bobby Womack
Always helps me in these moments
But tomorrow comes around too soon
When I’ll think more of you
the line drawn
Tommy is pissed but Bobby caves his chest
What the fuck, I warned you my nigga, he's twisting in the wind, we gotta find him
Now the streets
Dope boy bars man I dropping Bobby Womack
A Frank Lucas guarantee everybody comes back
I spit it from the soul man Bernie Mac
You feel this thru your
that Paul and John,
See James had Two, while Womack had Facts of Life,
Brown said don't be Cruel, them Bobbys was Soul on Ice,
Some Mandrill or some
felt free
bobby was from america
he came from new york
the best city in the world they say
bobby had no trouble
felt everything was so easy
for
now you know
Go tell a friend
That it′s still free Larry
Til the world end
What the fuck you mean
I been representing
And killing it for the team
I
no matter how bloody the glove, question evidence displayed.
Don't forget what two plus two equals.
Don't let them upgrade your math no matter what
dedicated his life to have the world in his hand
If I ruled the world like Nas said, I'd have it all and share it all
What's a boss if you can't help your
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