Search results for 'Bob Stephens'

Memoirs of a King
Maasai the Warrior
My auras Imperial
Emperors of past lives
In my Eyes
Hail Haili Salasi y
Rastafarian
Bob
Ziggy
Stephen
Damien Marley

Justin, Johnny, Naomi, Seann, Kieran
Man, am I finished? Nope, damn it I still got Uma, Josh, Jason
Stephen and Jimmy, Greg, Bob and the other ones, fuck,

hip, be something like Stephen, I'm clutching a curry (do do)
A nigga do run-up, a nigga get done up, it's all in hurry (oh yeah)
Fuck on your shorty I

Lyrical .44

Redman

Def Jamaica [Def Jam]

2003

couldn't wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon' do ya wrong
Time to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr. Gong
So selecta, come with it, awww shit it
Now

bros
I’m movin' on the streets , like a 
Ghost 
You bitch, You don’t know what I’m doin'
I’m smokin', I feel like a Bob Morley 
I’m shootin',

You know I see right through them ,
(I see it) Ridicule is nothing ,critics keep on swinging I just roll with the punches , (bob & wieve) cause all

Lyrical .44

Redman

Def Jamaica [Clean]

2003

see my pistol lettin it go
I couldn't wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong
Time to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr. Gong
So selecta, come

j'veux mettre bien la maid
J'aime les belles filles qui savent au lit être laide
Bob Thxnk et Le Lij
Connecté depuis des piges
J'envois de la lave sur la

Without that man, I wouldn't be here
Now my first week numbers, they still fear
Just real-life shit, no films here
Ain't gonna see Stephen Spiel' here

nigga I’m talkin with that work And that FN
Yungin with Precision bitch
Yea I shoot it like I’m Stephen
Beat a nigga broke my fist
Work it with the left

Frame too, cooking heat today
No beef, but we still gonna eat away
This dinner time, all you can eat buffet
Sitting in the stu, let me paint like Bob Ross

Fremont's desire to be prez four years
In '60, Stephen Douglas and Lincoln spared, Abraham won
The next one, George McClellan could not beat out Abe Lincoln

we gnarly

Brunette white bitch yeah she look like i carly

I got jamaican bitches shaking dreads like bob marley

Hop in the stu and im coolan

He

renato russo de volta?
leva o akon e traz o bob marley?
leva o fresno e traz o sabotagem?
leva luan santana vem o bradley do sublime?
leva o sean kingston

the funk, yo, scrub erase a chump
Every day an episode mostly ova chanky ho's
That's why I be often throwed, play the game how it go
All we do is bob

reunimos, Avengers
Sacando la grasa como Fairy
Morir siendo leyenda como Biggie
Sobre la bocina Stephen Curry
To' por la familia como Peaky
Estoy saliendo de

CAMPTOWN RACES  by Stephen Foster 1850

Camptown ladies sing this song, do da, do da
Camptown Races 5 miles long, oh do da day
I came down there with

dogs we get to steppin'
Yeah bitch I'm a shooter like Stephen (Curry)
Got yo bitch in the back of my coupe
I spit on everything including her boob
That

is like a weekend bash
Bob and weavin’ through the defense then I lay it up call me Stephen Nash
This is something you have to witness
Like a gymnast,

Stephen Hawking
Bitch coffin fresh, how I'm living 
They just wanna hit me like Robin Givens 
I give 'em the business, bedroom, boardroom 
Get on, they

fear
For atomic energy
B-O-B told me
Now I'm living without worries

Everybody's in a hurry
And thinking big
I'm a slow thinker
But acurrate like Stephen

miss like I'm Stephen  
No I can't cheat but if I did it would be Stefflon 
If I ever leave my bitch tell her that dick look like damn arm 
Im so damn

and heavy breathing
Working on the craft like a blacksmith a Stephen 
Surrounded by a class of "A" peers but I gotta be in 
All these rappers are class acts

miss like I'm Stephen  
No I can't cheat but if I did it would be Stefflon 
If I ever leave my bitch tell her that dick look like damn arm 
Im so damn