Lyrics:
[lyrics by Bob Parduba]
Cries in the night
Shadows move through familiar doorways
History replays
Leading, repeating mistakes we made
Vice in your
to ease on back
Lunasicc, young G's
Ain't no ten's on that
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through
Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes
Sittin' by the fire late at night,
With my friends talking about the good times
Keys were good, can't complain this time
Soaked up lots of sun down
told you twice before but I'll say it one more time
You do your thing Homes but I'm gonna do mine
[Chorus: x2]
Look at all this rumors
Started by
coo, coooo!
Okay. Good day. Welcome to our single. I'm Bob McKenzie and
This is my brother Doug.
How's it going, eh?
Beauty, eh?
Yeah, I
a C.C. water back, I need a Jim Beam or a Jack
Maybe a boilermaker with a beer chaser
Anything to get my mind offa her in a shot glass
Hey Bob, call
live show
It was improvised for the camera's eye
It was made up in the ring
Back when Bob Hope was king
Back when every choice felt right
Back
Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob tails ring
Making spirits bright
place
Cross the bay bridge rollin' with Dre and we blaze
A chronicle, 30 of Kush up in the optimo
We roll trees by the bush when we rock a show
The (?)
Martha
Stewart and Bill Cosby and Bob Barker
The crew is Culture VI and type bonkers
Juganot tougher than Tonka the monster
Eatin' the tracks alive divide
like I love Lucy
my crib is crawling with blunt roaches and
when I'm feigning, I exterminate them by them
lit the dro, in a optimo sizzle slow
hit
I don't care,
Man, that's pant of the system, I'm punk,
But who's gonna indict the Wall Street Journal, just me and Bob Ray,
It's just part
got no love
Pop 6, Ryu and Tak, cops know what it does
Hot shit by the bungalow, drop the bloody glove
Won't get caught killin' today, baby, cause I'm
(Bob Dylan)
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But
czas
Jestem sobą
Co by się nie działo idę ta samą drogą
Naprzeciwko tym co podkulają ogon
Bob one tak mój styl moje logo
Ty uważaj na to bo to mocne jak
czas
Jestem sobą
Co by się nie działo idę ta samą drogą
Naprzeciwko tym co podkulają ogon
Bob one tak mój styl moje logo
Ty uważaj na to bo to mocne jak
ciebie naprawdę to co kiedyś powiedział Bob Marley
Życie jest piękne za to płacisz cenę dbaj swą wenę bagno cię woła
Paranoje uciekniesz walcz z tym
Yea...|Get drunk and throw your cups up and smoke.|It aint Bob Marley if you dont cough and choke.|All haters somewhere hatin cuz they mad
You were five, we were working with Bob in Maui
Driving a rental Sebring, the top down
Every morning we'd drive on down to Baby Beach
To you, what do they really mean?
Have you only been playing games? Yeah
Yeah, I'm by the garden with the carpenter bees
Like I'm Bob Rossin' with
Andre Nickatina right here in the raw
Aint a real rap lord gonna respect the law
Get the phone call my little cousin bob for sure
Shuffle like a cd,
leading you to hell then I tell ya to be reborn by...
The only name that I speak on
He's just the only way I claim that I keep on
It's a shame that you
on stage yet/
Stay fresh, endorsed by We and Alpha Numeric/
if clothes are free then I'll fuckin' wear it/
Strangled the deputy when Bob shot the sheriff/
since Bob Marley have these tropical tunes shined
The winds of change are beating in time
Ana log drum patterns new millennium P.I's
Chorus
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