Lyrics:
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both
dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both but somehow
on eighty acres,
raising sweet corn, kids, and tomatoes,
They went together like a hand and a glove
On a clear day, from there front yard,
if you look
look like corn on the cob
Dime piece hit it once then I lob
Take her back for the way that she bob
SLO rep the gang when we mob
I smoke 100 acres worth
realized
Barber's not for me
I'll just sit and watch TV
Green Acres, Lorne Green
Wheel of Fortune, Jeopardy
Confusion
It's nothing new to me
I think I'll end
Verse 1:
Cam'ron
My paper, yes, my paper
Got me sittin' on five acres, "Hi Haters"
Fly gators, coke cooker, pie baker
Drop-driver, girl-getter,
older G's
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets
Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you
older G's
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets
Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you
The only difference is, you on
The corner, I own acres, i’m livin
We can get down
But I choose to stay around few
And that's Benjamin and Franklin
What this
They settled down on eighty acres,
Raising sweet corn, kids and tomatoes,
They went together like a hand and a glove.
On a clear day, from their front
They settled down on eighty acres,
Raising sweet corn, kids and tomatoes,
They went together like a hand and a glove.
On a clear day, from their front
know you use her for papers, in future, you'll be papered
Mr. Mrs. shit she won't fancy over the acres, I'm doing her a favor
You better stack it up,
hour
He climbed upon the water tower
Stood on the rail and painted a ten foot heart
In John Deere green, on a hot summer night
He wrote "Billy Bob
Bob loves Charlene" in letters three foot high
And the whole town said that he should've used red
But it looked good to Charlene
In John Deere
hour
He climbed upon the water tower
Stood on the rail and painted a ten foot heart
In John Deere green, on a hot summer night
He wrote "Billy Bob
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
foot
They scratching the back of the good book
Shit little nigga that's a good look
Black hooded
40 acres of land developed, 40 acres wooded
So much
pill
Youth we nuh lean
We nuh follow no superstar inna Magazine
A nuh parro can sell mi not a dream
I prefer bun it like bob, peter, bunny so clean
Mi
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Presidential delays
Suppose I'm just lucky
I'm having a shindig
Me, Red Bob and The Ivory Host
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
Presidential delays
Suppose I'm just lucky
I'm having a shindig
Me, Red Bob and The Ivory Host
climbed upon the water tower
Stood on the rail and painted a ten-foot heart
In John Deere green
On a hot summer night
He wrote "Billy Bob loves Charlene"
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