Lyrics:
the truth
Nobody's gonna tell her what to do
Bob-bob-bob-bob-bobbie Sue
Can't, can't you see my love is true
I want to ma-ma-ma-ma-marry you
knows the truth
Nobody's gonna tell her what to do
Bob-Bob-Bob-Bob-Bobbie Sue
Can't, can't you see my love is true
I want to ma-ma-ma-ma-marry you
the truth
Nobody's gonna tell her what to do
Bob-Bob-Bob-Bob-Bobbie Sue
Can't, can't you see my love is true
I want to ma-ma-ma-ma-marry you
Well it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll
the truth
Nobody's gonna tell her what to do
Bob-bob-bob-bob-bobbie Sue
Can't, can't you see my love is true
I want to ma-ma-ma-ma-marry you
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you
the chronic by the tree
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
I got the chronic by the tree, 'cause
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true player
I love it when you
box, that they all listened to
The last words that were spoken were, "What would Bob do?"
What would Bob do? What would Bob do?
What would Bob do? What
Shouting I roused him, pulled him from that pot
Folks said Bob’s a fool, laughed at him a lot
They said they would have done - what Bob did not
When will
by the tree cuz
Chorus:
[I love it when you call me Big Poppa]
Throw your hands in the air, if you's a true playa
[I love it when you call me big
fuckin’ with it
Pockets fat these racks can’t fit in
Hmm
Don’t be too pissed by what I m spittin’
Cuz I kept
[HOOK ]
Bob and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’
head "Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin'"
Ah just a bob ya head
Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
By Run so come get some for fun
Keep
man.]
[Bob: No, not a laundry man.]
[Anything Muppet #1: How about Santa Claus?]
[Bob: No no no, not Santa Claus.]
[Anything Muppet #1: What's
Moet, is where you'll find me (what?)
The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me (huh)
Mad question askin', blunt passin', music blastin'
But
the chronic by the tree
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player
"I love it when you call me big pop-pa"
To keep you satisfied
Love that does exist, is the love i cant resist
So jam by my side
We jammin'
and we're jammin' in the name of the lord
we're
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C notes by the layers, true da life players
Jump in
Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah, keep bangin'
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
"I love it
believe me, sweetie
I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy
I got mad friends with Benzes
C notes by the layers, true fuckin' players
Jump in
Aight? Is that aight with you? Yeah, keep bangin'
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
Throw your hands in the air, if youse a true player
"I love it
my f- mashed
Potatoes, so what? Ho, kiss my country bumpkin a-
Missouri Southern roots, what the f- is upper-class?
Call lunch dinner, call dinner
When I mix my corn with my fucking mashed
Potatoes, so what? Ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upper-class?
Tell 'em "go'on"
(Chorus)
Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob
Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob
Show 'em
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