Lyrics:
Just me hanging out naked
Mark: They love you Tom
Tom: They love me, so fuck everybody else!
Mark: yeah
Fuck all you guys out there that are
Cheering,
morning rise
(B.O.B. can't look you in the eyes)
B.O.B. can't stay this hard (this hard, yeah)
See, I can go harder than him (rock hard, yeah)
Longer
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
Friday night
Got the windows rolled down
The seat reclined
Givin' everybody that rock on sign
Yeah, turn it up to ten
Hey, y'all join in
Bob that head
Come
wouldn't be possible
Oh yeah, your mom called and said, you guys should take a nap
To Sacramento, BMD and Danny Lovitz out in Arcada.
I gotta say thank
wouldn't be possible
Oh yeah, your mom called and said, you guys should take a nap
To Sacramento, BMD and Danny Lovitz out in Arcada
I gotta say thank
( 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
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
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
[Chorus]
Bob that head
Every Friday night
Got the windows rolled down
The seat reclined
Givin' everybody that rock on sign
Yeah, turn it up to ten
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
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
With my guy in the Box Chevy
He got a job, used to move rock steady
Windows shaking when the bass drop heavy
Nigga driving like he the black Tom
You know the deal
Bob your head bob your head if you feel this
And this the real
Bob your head bob your head if you feel this
You know the deal
Bob
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
layin' for some punks to act wack
Grandmaster Caz and Donald D ,Scott La Rock
Red Alert,Chuck Chill Out
If you're down with my crew you will be fine
But if
got little shortie if it ain't great sex
Pull up in LA and we writing checks
Gonna be a star, and you know i'm next
Living rock' star' life
And im
Mr. Bob Dobailina
Oh were has my mic gone? Tell me, have you seen her?
I stretch like a condom and gets plump like a weiner
Or a sasuage, but of course
And as the trucks drive by
You can hear the mother fuckers go "PUNK!"
A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show
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