Lyrics:
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
write it in the rhyme
I been lost in my mind, behind enemy lines
In this lost land, where you can't trust ya main man
Cuz it's Babylon, Bobby Womack
make your world shatter like glass
And I ain't talking 'bout the dabs
(Woo-ha)
What's the haps on the craps?
(Woo-ha)
Stoney Bob bring it back
sorry Jack has stopped taking your calls
Hey Blondie, can't live any faster
In a slow motion scene applauded by all
Norma Jean, I have to tell you (Oh,
My puglistic linguistic rapping
Is a mixture of slug 'em in
Slug 'em in
Plug 'em in plug 'em in
Come to spread it
The world exclusive
a act
Before the weed you're smoking outs you on your back
Bfg and the GOG
Got the whole world lookin' at a Grime class act, like
Respect my pen
the power given to me
I can upload your memories"
He doesn't like what he sees
Bobby became pixel boy
And the world he's going to destroy
And if you
go of what we both have
We both mad where do we go from here Bobby Womack
Yeah What good is being better if you always thought it won't last
You can
out and pull your hair
You know you want to
We can go anywhere
If you want to
Take you back to my lair
What you gon do?
“Who, Bobby T?”
“Yeah he's such
the Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your
Shit God damn
I went driving by my ops block because I was reminiscing
So I slid to the graveyard gave my respects and then I'm dipping
To the ocean
shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck
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
Masters of war
Build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
All the money you made will never buy back your soul
Yeah
As long as I've been givin' my love to you
You should be givin' me your love, too
But you just keep on actin' just like a fool
You know it ain't cool
Bobby from the North
See I'm Bobby from the north, I'm starvin' artist
Start from rags to rich, I now I'm cards with Jarvis
I've alarmed your sargeant,
one of your lungs
What I mean is, I've seen everything that's under the sun
Niggas below the poverty line live under the gun
We all schemin', savages
politickin'
Another sneak diss is not what's missin'
So I concentrate more on words now
Give the ball to me if it's 3rd down
I got your back
Wonder why rap
a lunatic
You hate your life and everything you stand for so quick
Jane is twitching, Bobby's got the chills
David thinks he's Satan, Sarah's taking pills
those crazy Cuffies
Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and Puffy's
You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy Cuffie
Bobby! Fuckin' the mics is my hobby
Fuckin'
or I don't know you
Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? Don't make me blow you
Come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
[RZA]
You might get splat by
or I don't know you
Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? Don't make me blow you
Come to +Show you Love+, so let me show you
[RZA]
You might get splat by
For real (I can take you all around the world)
Picture me thuggin', picture me lovin' you
Like Bobby love Whitney now picture me fuckin'
Pullin'
so
Don't ever leave me, say you'll never go
I will always want you for my sweetheart
No matter what you do
Oh Carol I'm so in love with you
BOBBY'S
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