Lyrics:
and Bronick
We got Bob in the house, yeah
And I'mma bust it off like this
On the first verse, check this out, bust it
Now dancers, here's another hit for your
Shawty wanna rolling, I'm like oh man she fine
I got money all in my pocket and my Audermar on shine so
Why you hating on me, huh, I'm just living my
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
'm the only white boy out here that don't got a gimmic?
Hm well I guess it ain't on purpose, they flip for my throwaway verses
Walked by a hospital after
clapping
I'm the engine that wishes you would
Carcinogenic Suge to these minutemen
Extortion on the mic call me Robin-hood
You can bob and weave
I’m losing control, slowly
I’m losing my soul
A rhythm a certain rhythm
Within me is like a prison
A rhythm a certain rhythm
Within me is like
Yo, listen up, I got a story to be told
'Bout a legend so bold, gonna make your heart fold
Gather 'round, don't be shy
Let the rhythm take control,
Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I've got the rollin' arthritis
Sittin'
be tryna take a swim in ha like michael Phelps
I’m JG’d up I got the Juice huh like Welch
Aye look I really had her crying you know I got a good belt
Hook:2x
This gone make ya bob ya head & groove & this gone lift ya spirits up that's true & this gone make ya wanna 2 step & move said this gone be
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
and the time is always right
And if God's good word goes unspoken, the music goes all night
And it goes
If I was Bob Marley I said could you be loved
If I
Zaytoven bang, bang, bang bang
All this weed I smoke I think I'm Bob Marley
(Dope)
I got a ounce in the motherfuckin' party (Oh)
Baby, please don't
wanna eat oysters by the ocean
If I ain't drinking champagne then I'm smoking
Grandma's pies that I got from Viola
Only juice cleanse, but I'm popping
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
wanna
Don the ski mask of the robbers (Frantz Fanon)
As if I'm not already seen as bad by the coppers (Homage)
That's like parents being raised by
Got the call that it was over
Wish I
Would of kept you closer
Wish I
Would've been your shoulder
It get colder all alone
Bro text me when you home
I be
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
No batteries included, and no strings attached
No holds barred, no time for move faking
Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Brothers
Ray Me
'Loving Clear' by Ju Ju Royalty
Under the Maestro with I 'My Daddy'
Well, love and inity, is what we need upon the street
Got to get
anga-yangna-baba"..."wha?"..."BABA-BABA-BABA!"..."WHAAAA???". Fuck! (lets out frustrated grunt) By the time I've got that far, I'm fuckin' totally fucked. Because I'm p..., I'm not payin' attention to my gig...
WINSLOW
MIXED BY: Bassy Bob Brockman at Big Bottom Music: Brooklyn, NY
CHIEF ENGINEER: Rod Steger
RECORDED BY: Bobby Sparks II & Rod Steger at Sparks
Roll over Beethoven
And tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got a rockin' pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues (woo)
I think I got it off the writer
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