Lyrics:
Come on everybody you've got to lend a hand
Because we can't do it all by ourselves!
You can read between the lines or sit on the fence
But that
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
right)
It was a mess, all the taxes and accounts (what?)
Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't by an ounce (hell yeah)
And now that we platinum,
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Philippians 2:9-10
Some men called Him Rabbi, good teacher, nothing more
The Son of just a carpenter who
[Chorus] x2
Hey this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like what's
Swang affiliate, X.O. sip, a gold getter
With the rest to gather, my cold killer
It's "Me Against the World" like 2Pac
And like Biggie, I'm "Ready
is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh yeah
A day or two ago
The story I must tell
I went out on the snow
And on my back I fell
A gent was riding by
In
conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave
VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless
you like
Got a message from Bob Marley for your mind
It'll all be ok let it fall from your mind
One two three four five seven six
One to the two three
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet,
open sleigh
A day or two ago,
I thought I'd take a ride,
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank;
Then Say Goodbye
Music and lyrics by Robert Porembski
VERSE 1:
Hearts meet and say hello.
Hearts beat and off they go.
Hearts sweet under
Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy
There's a disc jockey in Hartlanberg
Who works at W.A.N.T.
He puts two or three eggs in him
And he's in your car by 6.00 am
He lives for
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
So, which one of these do you like
This lip petal by Bobbi Brown and
Hold on
This is Veneer by M-A-C
Which one do you like best?
You know, you
And there we got upshot
A day or two ago
The story I must tell
I went out on the snow
And on my back I fell
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse open
Crocs
Five fiends by two o-clock, hypebeast, Gucci socks
Side street, losin' the cops, try me, they shootin' Glocks
Trickin' on a picky bitch, like do
like your own babies.
I tried the bob and weave, she caught me by the sleeve.
And told the pap a few things that you would not believe.
She want
haters face down on the mat
Splat! Yeah I can make a green nigga mad
Quick, fast, flash like ten cash on his bitch ass
[B.O.B.]
You can tell I'm a G by
me
To show the Free Bob right
The righteous Asiatic thinker
While Satan rob light
Civilised like the Molly
Burgundy, wildy rocking
Seen the fifth
your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
Bob your head. Rag top.
(1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some)
Po-wer music,
Discuss these 2 2 by bob seger Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In