Lyrics:
a marital squabble
Available Bob'll
Be there with the glue
Who could we open up to
Secrets we keep from guess-who?
Who is so safe and who is so sound?
spoiling for a fight
Then jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old bob stein
And over jake they held a wake in the days of 49
In the days of old, in
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
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
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
relate to this stuff
But those who asleep, still hatin' on us
Cause I'ma
[Chorus - B.o.B]
Make a lot of money
(Make a lot of money)
And I'm-and I'm gonna
Extraterrestrial, oh
Yeah, basically I'm an alien to y'all
I guess I'm, speaking in different languages than y'all
I guess, all you know is my aliases all
I
right
Play the game, such a delight!
Come on Down to Bob Barker
Come on Down Come on Down
Guess the price - don't be uptight!
Over by $1 - what a fright!
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Out of this world
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me
and Weavin’ hoes
6 months I guess I dumped 6 bitches in a row huh
Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’ hoes
Tired of provin’ niggas that a Don
a cold borough
You in the back like a epidural
Stay there, you ain't ready to move with real niggas (that's right)
And guess who I'm talkin' to, you,
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
lifted
Just like a long sleeve, guess who ripped it?
Projects (My niggas survive, just like a movin' target)
Projects (Where niggas live and some sell
tryna talk with no teeth
Shorties sayin' ball or retreat
A lesson we all speak at one point or another
What you expect from one who smoke a joint with
tryna talk with no teeth
Shorties sayin' ball or retreat
A lesson we all speak at one point or another
What you expect from one who smoke a joint with
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
knuckles on stun and made them all fall)
Then I just laughed
(We whooped that ass)
And put the feelings aside, I know who I am
I cast the grain by
Display yo mind to every high noon
Envy sits cross me
In a human body
Hear em talkin
Still I hold the center
Like I’m Sydney Crosby
Crossing out
disdain for the brothers ain't gon' change the numbers
It's the strengthenin' of chain among us
Please, we ain't afraid of none of ya's, who want it with
Stay there, you ain't ready to move with real niggas (that's right)
And guess who I'm talkin' to, you, nigga
You already know what it is, yeah
You
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