Lyrics:
talk us up
If you ain't running shit you can't even walk with us
Still I'm chill, blunt wider than a coffee cup
You know it's B.o, I do this for
you
(B.O.B. don't get freaky with you)
B.O.B. don't turn it around and make the bed bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, like I do
You need that real
To a fire?]
[Bob: Hey, speaking of a fire.]
[Anything Muppet #2: Fire! What fire? Help! Help!]
[Bob: No, there's no fire at all. But do you know who you
know you didn't ask for advice
Well, we ran out of food halfway through, and nobody knew what else to do
So, we drew on caves for fun, until someone
Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Bob Dobalina, won't you quit?
You
Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Bob Dobalina, won't you quit?
You
Of fashion and flair
Have Bob and Danny Zarem (22) fly down
The older set'll need a pet
So who do you get well Danny has a granny
(23) who's the talk
would Bob do?
I was knocking on the pearly gates, made of precious stone
Looked kind of other worldly, inside there was a throne
I was let in by
on the track
So say what you like, you just givin' me gas
So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back
So I'ma
[Chorus - B.o.B]
Make a lot of money
(Make
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
You are... you gotta tell me something... I
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
( I know that )
But pardon all my soul , that’s s all I please you ( that’s all I ask )
Cuz I kept
[HOOK ]
Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’ Bob
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things
will make you bob a while
Grab a cutie, Duke her Bootee, bust a ?? box
That's my duty, girl please do me, don't try to cock block
Give nuff respect, I
to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
Uno, dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
get some sleep tonight
I don't know what you are like
But I know that by the morning light
Bob Marley
Doing speedballs at McDonald's like Chris Farley
fault!"
"Look at what you made me do! Yo
Pass the hot sauce"
Looking at the back of Sophia Eris's head
Eating a sammich (but we don't got bread)
Got
or your own place
You fans online are bored by your face
You're standing by the mirror taking selfies
And your homies are getting pay increase
Eh hey Bob
at him like "It's yo' fault!"
"Look at what you made me do! Yo, pass the hot sauce"
Looking at the back of Sophia Eris's head
Eating a sammich (but we
shoppin' in Paris
While you niggas shoppin' at Sears
Man that shit delirious
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce
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