Lyrics:
1995 i'm old
School hating Tom-guy, alright
Tom: yeah!
Tom: Oh shit, hey let's all
Say some dirty words
Everyone say "fuck!", everyone say
"shit!",
and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’ hoes
Tired of provin’ niggas that a Don can’t t get a No huh
[ Verse 2]
P for Pussy guy
Don’t ask me ’bout this niqqa
I’ll be
The people that you meet each day
(a blue muppet, I believe, walks onstage)
[Bob: Oh, hi there, little fella.]
[Anything Muppet #1: Hello.]
[Bob
Side!
When I pull out the chopper 100 round drum, all hollow
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow,
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
when he walked by
Tom, Tom, Tommy Brown meanest boy in all the town
Everybody said he'd turned out bad
They said he had stole and I guess he had
But
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night
PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
sluts, to Eek-A-Mouse
Tom for lettin' us practice and crash, chili part all night
PEN1, Fugazi, Rhino '59, Greek1
The last Puriah's and Naomis' hair
guitar bum whose name I never knew
Old School Nashville, Harlan Howard, Bob McDill
Tom T Hall go drink your fill and blow us all away
There was this
-Bobby Stevens
He's gonna keep you up all night
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He's on my mind, he's always right
Bob-Bobby Stevens
He is the demon by my side
He's the guy
So, so hot in here it feels like a jungle (yeah)
Me no like boys that ain't jumbo (yeah)
One time bust a shot for my champion
Girls, tell em guys
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
nigga! Yeah
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I'm that nigga that you heard about by word of mouth
They probably say I change the music in the dirty south
Now that
my guy said it was my shit
Oh I'mma fall for that shit?
C'mon man I'm from a Chi environment
Exercise my right to stay silent
Smoking Bob Marley but I
but their naked till
They bite this bredren
My style is hunging on a tree in the garden of of eden
Too much weapons I told you guys ideal in arms
If
na turn by turn
(Ego neku)
Ego na eku nwanne akusa gom
I’m ready to go now
nwanne muwa batago ufodi churu money gawa malaysia
Gacha buru money
you can behave yourself? you, you're sure yo
Behave yourself? ...okay, what's your name? "
Guy:
"tom, man. (mumble, mumble) you, baby, I (mumble,
Sunset Sunday starts feeling scary
Bob Saget hosted a sweet sanctuary
Who do you love and who do you tolerate?
Tom made it fun watching grown men's
been thinking bout?"
Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
To pass the time
Had someone shave his
up and said "You guys, this doesn't sound like Bill Evans"
I said, "What do you mean?"
He said, "This is Bill Evans"
I asked the drummer, "Did you
standin' there all on your fuckin' own 'avin' a somebody try to get your attention n' talk to ya. I'm playin' a drum solo, n' the guy's standin' a yard,
been thinking bout?"
Bob said, "that's the point. I won't think bout nothing.
Now I gotta do something else
To pass the time
Had someone shave his
Ooo, that's the motion
Two minutes, got her open
Bob Marley, always smoking
Ooo, that's the motion
Only needed two minutes, I got her open
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