Lyrics:
go go go
And feel the sand beneath our feet
We'll play Bob Marley on repeat
We'll light a fire when it gets cold
We'll be what we'll be
Have sleeps
the early nineties
City bound putting down real mob gangsta
Kimbo slice with these hands nigga I'll paint ya
I done sold more bags than Bob Marley
Back
flow
He stabbed her through the heart, her hearts blood it did flow
And into the grave Prettty Polly did go
Oh Willie, sweet Willie turn loose my
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this?
What's Clef?
I'm not a Bob Marley impostor
What's Clef got to do with this, got to do
It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409
He rocks the highs,I dog the bass
Ya want to hear us rock?
buddah
Potent dro (potent dro)
Out of my mind, that's how I like it
So like this, I'm (up, up)
But you need Bob Marley lungs
I hope you got some Bob
mind, this is the time
Y'all can't stand still, twist and bang your spine
(Just) Bob your head like me, apl.de
Up inside your club or in your Bentley
mind, this is the time
Y'all can't stand still, twist and bang your spine
(Just) Bob your head like me, apl.de
Up inside your club or in your Bentley
Don't fence me in
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the Western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see
a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to The Bay with me
Eyes closed, smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
She wanna do
an iris dance, damn
Trained to hate me like a foreign commie
Too poor for ground coffee
I pour a pound, flip a quarter pound of Bob Marley
Moving like
with me right, she go asking me when
She could be the Bob Marley to this Ken, she think it look like I'm
So She explain that I been on her mind like
and Weavin’ Bob and Weavin’ hoes
Tired of provin’ niggas that a Don can’t t get a No huh
[ Verse 2]
P for Pussy guy
Don’t ask me ’bout this niqqa
I’ll be
And you'll be mine, mine, mine, mine, mine...
(Fly with me, loose reality)
I'm falling deeper everyday
So when the night turns over
I'll lie with you
And when
Turn me loose
We shall overcome
Where did you get that funk from, huh?
Turn me on
They're spoiling the fun
Let's shoot them with the bop gun
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
Turn it mayo
I turn a bitch out from a gay hoe to a straight hoe
Boppin' in the streets with my blood gang hitta's
Try to fuck with me wrong
I put a bag
by the name of Gas
These brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They used to jam in the center
You had to pay
From "Light It Up" Motion Picture Soundtrack
Written by Bob Marley
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love
So a brother like me, I do damage
Just by picking up the mic to go solo
I cold turn a party on out, and oh yo
I get physical, mystical, very
I thought the tropical breeze
And añejo tequila
Would do what it should
I thought that beach bonfire parties
And songs by Bob Marley
Would make
Benz with a cellular phone
See his diamonds and gold, call him Big Bank Bob
Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job
This is not a song I
Big dreams cant be shot down
Top floor we on top now
Once I get started I don't stop now
Smoking Bob Marley with the top down
I don't take no for
Banga phone calling
Tek weh yuh gal
Have big man balling
Yeah we a chop from morning
We a chop from morning
We none pop molly
Big up Bob Marley
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