Lyrics:
There was Johnny McEldoo and McGee and me
And a couple of two or three went on the spree one day
We had a bob or two, which we knew how to blew
[Chorus]
Hear this to the DJ then track the clubs
Lift the cover of my CD then see what acid does
Don't just stand there looking like some average thugs
If
Rain drops of water that turn into hard glaciers
Bob Barker microphones, I get paper
My block is cocaine central, eat your food
With ancient
the ounces of cough syrup that you sippin' on
So shit I poured it I sipped it, then I sipped some mo
I fired up a green monster, and I hit that house
suck like B.o.B
What rapper goes by B.o.B?
Sick with the pen not an average n***a
You don't have a hitter, you a babysitter
You ain't make it n***a,
comedy
It gave me a sense of humor that only works by accident
When she turned on Netflix from her iPhone at the dinner table
I thought she was joking
the tec
Pour out some yac for my homies then we gone sip on the rest
Im motivated by the money swear all I want is a check
For all of the ones that's been
you got it, then can
Got the point, I get it by the dozen
Talkin' slick and actin' like a fan
Nigga, please don't make me call my cousin
Bitch, I'm
on poor natives
I've come to believe with some degree of certainty
This place locks hearts away as well as the chains you see
But I am stilled by scripture
Come and listen to my story bout a man named Scrooge,
A greedy miser an extremely loathsome Dude.
Then on a Christmas eve he's haunted by some Ghost,
so I bounced through a buildin lost all my cash,
swallowed my rocks, ditched my pager, I'm haulin ass,
then found myself by Blyman's house,
thinkin
bitch about face
And then I gotta split
Sorry baby, sour grapes
She wine, baby don't leave
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
Everybody tripping, but I
Yeah
Allegedly, they figured out that I'm the secret recipe
The baddest hoes gon' test the E, then blame the high for wantin' sex
I never wanted
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
want a piece, some want the pie
Some niggas wanna skeet, me I want a lot
I'm the same cat, crossed over by my change black
If you real, won't you go
know his dad it feel like Dr.Phil
She asked me money for hair then had sent me a bob then when hurt when I responded ew
Internet gangsters be tweaking me
Intro
Fettuccine:
Hey everybody
I don’t know if you’ve heard of us
We are the seven deadly kittens
We’re about to spit some bars
You can decide
a child, that's how I play it
Watchin' toons while gettin' head, Backyardigans inside my bed
Then I switch to Bob the Builder, take a bitch then body build
on me
He covered up the ones I'd gotten years ago
Back in prison when I was just Dave Coe
And I wasn't famous then and I wasn't free
You know I grew up
in the mix it's time to chill
Char-la-la brought the on' what is asked in the blunts
Roll up some Bob Marley joints some skunk datz tight
And Nate got
here's to the good old days, baby, one more time
We were wild and young and willing; we still are in some ways
Every now and then we still have one
fake, I'm crazy
Sweat drip, get me off this trip, someone stop this train
Some say my brain is all corrupted, fucked from this shit
I'm stuck, I'm
Ayy, Bob, what up? Yeah, haha!
Meek Milly ha! Grand Hustle in the building!
Ayy hey!
It's B-O, B-O lil' C on the beat
Haha yeah
Yeah, ayy, ah ah ah
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