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funny? I don't know cause he talks about his Battle with Freeway like the four Touchdowns he scored back in high school You the black Al Bundy Y'all wanna
burn gusto pick ya urn ninja give the Fooly back its not yurn ninja give the Fooly back its not yurn Cuntry Hippie light the bob in let it burn
Addicted to arguments full of fraudulence I feel like Bob Marley Bob Marley I feel like Bob Marley Bob Marley I tell my people get up Stand up Fight for
lost like high school history Creator of the rhymin' dominoes Watchin' 'em drop it's the joint, see (yeah) So hit me with the Zsa Zsa (indeed,
Our high school days were all about prepping In various ways I can picture Bob schlepping Played a little football but he didn't go far Did all
kissed my friend from my school Yea, I wanted to see BOB I was hype at 11 I saw him at 13 I been waiting two years to see him in my city Boy better play
Back in high school I barely left my room I was quite content wallowing in teenage gloom My hobby was watching tv in bed all day Until my parents
Cut off your mind Getting wavy with Wavy My last name is Nuff not Jones Couple bones washing up on the shore Skull missing now me pissing Off
of big breakfast Start off the day with some Bob Marley Back to the woods for that fresh parlay Maybe even spark a little Nicki J. And then it's
of big breakfast Start off the day with some Bob Marley Back to the woods for that fresh parlay Maybe even spark a little Nicki J. And then it's
are up and down like The Dow Jones, I bust These microphones, don't exaggerate I keep it real And only speak about the shit I hate Don't hate you
MORTICIAN : Eric Idle CUSTOMER : John Cleese DEAD PERSON : ??? DENNIS : Michael Palin WOMAN : Terry Jones BLACK KNIGHT : John Cleese (?) VILLAGER #1 :
school Graduation could lighten up the mood Hats off for a solid effort to the dude So please, Lord, prosper him Yeah, if we get high If we get high, if
Killer, Jim Jones My man DJ Nasty in the house tonight (Hey lady) I know you heard me in British rob But I get you bracelets till Ya wrist is
feat. Jim Jones, Hell Rell, JR Writer Cam'ron: See the problem is I ain't goin' nowhere You could shoot at me, you could stab at me Take ya best
They were farm kids way down in Dixie They met in high school in the sixties Everyone knew it was love from the start One July in the midnight
They were farm kids way down in Dixie, They met in high school in the sixties. Everyone knew it was love from the start. One July in the midnight
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, like Bob
close and to our ten year bond I have to give a toast Cause the way that I feel Yo it ain't no joke You got a brotha feelin' high Like Busta-Bus when he
He can shotgun a cold Coors Light in under two seconds Holds the high school single season home run record He's the duck call king, with a Black
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!) Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!) My man Shaquel is in
They were farm kids way down in Dixie They met in high school in the sixties Everyone knew it was love from the start One July in the midnight
kicked out of high school several years ago For pushin over port-a-cans at the 4-H rodeo Since then they've done their little dance Right outside
out of high school several years ago For pushin' over port-a-cans at the 4-H rodeo Since then they've done their little dance Right outside the law
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