Lyrics:
foutre la merde la pagaille
Fonsdé comme Bob Marley no woman no cry
Soit tu rides avec nous ou tu die
Des meufs bad ass boujee
Ça bouillone comme dans un
Vredestrein
Of ‘n titsel Bob Dylan met sy stem asof vol wyn
En wals, wals Willemien
Deur die lewe op jou droommasjien
It’s a rollercoaster ride and a heck
I'm smokin' on jet fuel like Bob Marley
I spent a hunnid thousand on my necklace, check
Real street nigga from the set, mmh, check
I was in
dey happen 2day headed by strong decievers
I still b very inspired even tho oppressors screw up
We all fit do somtin if 1 person fit do am
Ma spirits
want no ice Cream, and we
Gonna catch us a body, we smokin' on Bob just like Marley, I stuff the racks In your
Shell cab, I put the racks in my trully's
I'ma live through 'em
Word to Bob Marley he put memories in melodies
It's relevant in the present though he made it in the 70's
That right there was
Le savoir est un calvaire
Il fut un temps amigo
Où tous ces codes parlaient
La rédemption est morte dans le dernier album de Bob Marley
J'ai senti
Keeps telling me I am the fairest prince of all
And my iPhone is lookin like it's a crystal ball
This gypsy isn't playing three card Marley
Natural mystic
cnother summer sipping wine..uuuh
So good to have you by my side...by my side
Bob Marley´s One Love playing..uuuh
The heat is rising up again...up
DUMINICA
MARKY MARK:
PEACE
I GOT A PLEA CALLING
I SEE TOO MANY KIDS SIMPLY FALLING
IN THE STREETS
IT'S TRIFE A WASTE
OF A LIFE EITHER YOU DIE BY
may be)
I C U When I Get There
Pull out to Mark and Kev
Bob Marley here, Marvin Gaye, uh, yo
I C U When I Get There
To all my homies, straight up done
Back then was I homeless— God knows I ain't have no place to sleep
Had to take it day by day; living life week by week
All the strife
iwetowagba
This life wey we dey
Na god dey give us dey grace
Nor be by who hustle pass
Na only god na dey give us the gain
Am i a yahoo boy
Or do i look like
This song's by somebody called Tupac Shakur
I've never heard of him
But I guess he's got a movie comin' out
Called "Notorius", so
Let's go back
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
my guy said it was my shit
Oh I'mma fall for that shit?
C'mon man I'm from a Chi environment
Exercise my right to stay silent
Smoking Bob Marley but I
to roll up, cowboy tradition
Or burn a Peace Pipe, and Cythe like the Injins
Or burn a big spliff, Bob Marley style
Buffalo Soldier, Rosta Farey style
me haywire
Just straight to my heart
So that's my heart desire
This girl me climb me higher
Yan the bush Khalifa
So anytime I come by the mic and
Dem
lumba
Don't forget the thunda that I said
And all praises to Bob Marley's mighty dreads
We need to find someone to hunt down
Think of the turn around
life of sin
Can you give the boy a halo?
Can you give the boy a bly?
I'm just tryna get by, always told me lies
Now they stood outside, pray I demise
Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon sbass and Charles Saunders - drums
March 28, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,
butter to the jam, so jam
Start in the PM, and end in the AM
I spit Stride flows, getting hit by the ram
I patrol control, so a fucking controller
the impossible
I know that God's got me, this a block party
and I'm bringing the peace like I'm Bob Marley
But I'm doing so without ganj on me, don't need to pop
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