Lyrics:
Bill ain't a sucka
Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker
Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me
I'm dead so pass the bob G
lungs are damaged
Chain with the dangle
I do bad all by myself
1 of me. And 2 of you that's a threesome, spread them legs.
Chain gang first down free
hummin'
This was my reason to get homework done and
Got so excited my pencil was drummin'
Knew all the songs. They had me singing
Maybe the veggies got
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
but I've gone and risen
Is this nigga trusty or Sideshow Bob when he's creepin' on Krusty?
Streets keep me tusslin', people disgust me
Racist
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I
and the café
So I parked the car – I looked around – Then it all came back to me
I walked under a familiar sign – ‘The Golden Key Café’
Opened the door
Comon feet we are leaving, we are going to leave this place behinde
You too brain you must be bleeding, aren't you sore from being petted all
the city I touch down and I bob and weave, ay
It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue (they ain't got a clue)
Why my Cutlass blue
And I
tells me that they've got a dress code
Well, he lets me into heaven anyway
But I get the room next to the noisy ice machine for all eternity
shot
But I know his soul be with me
And that helps from getting lonely
They call me the king lion lion king no Disney Rest In Peace Bob Marley
He’s
and go out
Me and all my friends
We drink up, we fall down
And then we do it all again
Just sitting around, hangin' out this afternoon
Landlord says I
tell 'em what it is? Will I tell 'em what it is?)
All of our music (Gotta tell 'em what it is, better tell 'em what it is, let me tell 'em what it is
I
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
To put your life in full of fear
By the favor skies
We are flying
Truth we be buying
To buy out all the lying
How you livin'
Were you livin'
Were
Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
This story I'm about to tell
They'd tell it better than me
But Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
So
holler
Bang her head all along the wall
If she don't give me what I want
She ain't gonna have no head at all
Bamboozled by love
I said she fooled around
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm
mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh
(You don't use uh, you don't use narcotics)
(Do you Bob?)
All that smokin' can't be safe
All real niggas can relate
Too much commas in the safe
THE SWAGMAN'S REST – Banjo Patterson
We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave
At the foot of the Eaglehawk;
We fashioned a cross on the old man's
Day Doe
Doe, Dee, Derry Derry Doe Dee Doe Derry Derry Doe
Whiskey Bob-O, Jay picked me up next night Derry Dee Derry Doe
I said what I said and they
fight
Ride by the hill holla at E. Neil
East Point raise ya flag been hill been real
[Chorus]
Weeastpointin' x5
Tell me where
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
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