Lyrics:
gets light
I sit around by day
Tied up in chains so tight
These crazy words of mine
So wrong they could be
What do I get out of this?
I always try,
Steadfast, you know I'm staying loose
Swinging for the fences, like I'm Bob Abreu
I come in dead last, I'm not gonna chase you
Don't want to make it
a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day, yeah
Hop up out that motherfucker
a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day, yeah
Hop up out that motherfucker
the heaters spittin' out twelve rounds
It's life in the hood no escapin' the gunplay
But one day I'm out gotta figure out some way
Rats in the park all
If I see you, I don't fuck with you
Gon' act I don't know you
Got some niggas in the city
Tryna figure me out
If it ain't about no paper
Ain't no
liked that
Felt like you could relax, like you could disappear
Like I wasn't surrounded by the past
Months passed and we goin' back and in the back
I got the chillest vibes
The illest, the realest rhymes you'll ever find
With the hip lines
Making heads bob like Eminem in his prime
No filter
'cause the dogs just need a vet
But Bobby he sneaks out one night with a rifle and pocket knife
Puts them down one by one with tears in his eyes and hate
Then Sally said, "But if you listen, Bob, I'm sure you'll agree,
Sometimes there's sense in madness and none in sanity!"
This is Party Time! Try
we faced with
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[E-40]
Look out peon, we might of lost
the bigger its prey
His hunger becomes him every day
And he gets bigger, and longer, and fatter with time
And the race to consume
Consumes his mind
So Bob went
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
teasing the kid, so now I'm mother fucking starving
I have a dream that one day
This nation will rise up
Live out the true meaning of It's creed
We hold
in the glare, of this infrared
You dread the day we pull out the glock display
One way, is what your headed down, we got the pound
So bow down,
just for bringing my name up
Been rockin' longer than niggas twice my age
Back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
Before Honest Abe signed
Hey, beat it up like Rocky
Beat it up like Rocky
Beat it up like Rocky
Look, young Bob like Rocky Balboa
I knock it out 'fore the first round over
Twenty-four a day, seven days a week
Now when you're driving in your four by four
And you turn this up on your stereo
Whether night or day
Non-stop you'll
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
I'm on the next flight out as I begin to look down out
The window now see the city shine below
I'll be back in a day got a feeling I'll be home in
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
Through the fields we go
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits
accidentally stepped into a alternate dimension
And soon I was abducted by some aliens from space
Who kinda looked like Jamie Farr
They sucked out my
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
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