Lyrics:
the bell has rung
And the work is done
Will you bow your head and pray
For The Blackjack Gang
Hiding out in a bad way
Bobby Hays is about to get paid
By
to do?
[Billy Danze]
Hey yo back by popular demand it`s your man Danze
(and Fizzy Womack) from the trenches of the dungeons
Who want some? Remember
fuck about your own opinion
Shitty world for a new born, forcin' 'em in it doesn't help
Just leave it at the door of the abortion clinic
They say that I
show the world that we don't give a fuck
Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Turn down for what
Luda, I
need me son
[Hook: M.O.P.]
{"What's on your mind this morning?"}
{*scratched: "Ladies and gentlemen"*}
Klak klak!
{*Beastie Boys: "No! Sleep! Til
Me and Bobby D don't get along that easily
You told the world, "Be free, love life"
Tell me, is it true you beat your wife?
You see, me and Bobby
support him
I never thought you would sell out
You're becoming so cocky
I asked you for a picture after your show
You walked right by me, I'm like
shit nigga, HOV)
And them su, su, su, su, su
Put that drum in your ear, don't get Srem'd
I'll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Niggas could not
need no knowledge
Of how she ran my
Memory, I've been to this day
This fine day you made
Suddenly I flash back to bobby
Remembering a special envy
has got me
Lit like the tip, and yet oddly oddly
Should say you're like Ricky Bobby
Cuz you racing like a Ferrari Rari
Cuz the way you move your body
It
Bobby-
What?
I worry-
Why?
It's such a waste
Hmm
There's no one-
Where?
In his life
Oh
Bobby ought to have a woman
Poor
the youths of today
Bobby Digital do and then them say
Love with me today
Love with me today
Baby this is what they say
I'm gonna lead the youths in my
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
Cancer Season finna run up
In your house, angel number
Shake n Bakin, Ricky Bobby
OG Bobby Johnson hobby
Breathe into it, kamikaze
Bomb the industry, watch
I was like Fresh
Poppa raised me to chess moves
And though your gone I'm not bitter you left me prepared
We got divided by the years, but I got
Of confidence from your consciousness
Since you tryin' to convince
The world yo' accomplishments
I'm yo consequence
I ain't one you can intimidate
What you
"Oh Bobby", said Robbie, "What have you done?"
And Robbie told Bobby "I built a bomb"
"But Robbie", said Bobby, "What's that around your mouth?"
Well
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up (one)
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
(That's what's up)
Eh, eh, eh
Wu-tang, nigga, that's
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up (one)
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
(That's what's up)
Eh, eh, eh
Wu-tang, nigga, that's
pick out some shit
One pair at a time 'til your shoe game sick
Now who knows what the future holds we'll be together probably
For better or worse,
to represent me (say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine,
to represent me (say what?)
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine,
the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time
dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me
Who be the last man standin' when I cock back the cannon? (Bobby!)
And blast your ass in search for
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