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Written by Bob Welch.


Goin' in a straight line all night
Finally come to that house on the right
Parked out in the front is somebody's Benz
She's
Written by bob welch.


For a little peace in any season
I'd give up anything but your love
I don't want to trade, tryin' to be happy
That's only
Written by bob welch.


Don't let waters of caution remove you
Don't let the fire of saints compel you
Don't let the lack of their spirit blind your
Written by bob welch.


Go on, you know you're only one
Set me free
You take me up and turn around
But let me in
Take this shadow from my eyes
[Bob Marley (MC Lyte)]
We jammin' (Bob Marley, Bob Marley)
I wanna jam it with you
We jammin' (Bob Marley, Bob Marley)
I hope you like jammin'
Hey, she'll set the world alight
She's looking lost with life
But no-one's on fire
And still she burns
She waits her turn
Straight up.

Sometimes
That would never be the case, in case you ain't keeping up
I'm dishing out cases of that heavy bass
And them bassheads straight from the oppressor's
(why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby

Straight up honey really I'm askin'
Most of these niggas think they be
(why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby

Straight up honey really I'm askin'
Most of these niggas think they be
four, but we on a roll
Hold up, slow up, stop, +Control+
like Janet, planets, Stankonia's on ya
Movin like Floyd comin' straight to Florida
Lock all your
(why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby

Straight up honey really I'm askin'
Most of these niggas think they be
'cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot 
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot 
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
'cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot 
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot 
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
'cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot 
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot 
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
and smokes pot 
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot 
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot 
And wait in the parkin'
and smokes pot
But his twelve year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot

And wait in the parkin' lot
was bad all along 
Before you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe
was bad all along 
Before you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe
flapped long ears and didn't brush up by day
Got his long ears whittled and his old hid scorched in a most artistic way
Now one fine day old Sandy Bob he
Word by Bob Hartman
Music by Pete Orta, Lonnie Chapin and John Elefante

Psalm 112:7

He?s got a straight head
In a world of brain dead
He?s got
gone

And come morning
I am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving
(why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby

Straight up honey really I'm askin'
Most of these niggas think they be
was bad all along 
Before you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe
was bad all along 
Before you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe
see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby

Straight up honey really I'm askin'
Most of these niggas think they be mackin' but they be

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