Lyrics:
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
opps, he get smoked out the Bob Marley
Them bodies'll never be uncharted
Uh, yeah, don't run, yeah, my gun get to dartin'
Yeah, my hood site, walk
punk cyaan finish weh Bob Marley started
Gong to the Zilla, I'm the Don Die-Hearted
Anywhere me go, dem roll out red carpet
Some man a buy car and nah
lit dro
You can smell it straight through the pipes
To get awake Bob Marley up out of his casket
I got my blunt in my right hand
Lighter in my left
infahmah wan' come find mi
Smokin' on Bob Marley
Mi hit di stage and di gyal jump 'pon mi
A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
the girlies in the back seat
the 5-0 cant catch me
and if you want me you can find me
i'm puffin on the bob marley (bob marley)
i got my homie riding shotty
you got an army
Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons
I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
You can catch me in
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
dealers out of a job if you can buy it in the post
He's a gent a scholar and an expert poster
Who else could make a spliff from a Bob Marley poster
Bob
papayas
Before I polly
Red lightin' the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money
Women
and Britney, ayy
And Gaga, ayy, like grrah-grrah, ayy
'Til I die, ayy, high like Bob Marley, ayy
They like Sosa why you flexin', why not? Ayy (duh-duh-duh)
down boy, hit this BM, Bob Marley
A tribute
'Cause it's probably as fat as it was he rolled
When he strolled
Down the same cobble stone streets
was dirty
Came the battle of oppression, by the hero of this story
Marcus garvey
Preaching black pride and glory
It started with a movement, back
of tha Bob Marley on 55 (Jacktown)
Go hit my nigga Slow on Les Street
My block, G Street no bitch street
Coke, weed, x pills couldn't miss me
On my
ain't a rapper but if I was
This ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture
You call yourself a factor you're lame
Paving a way Bob
I don’t care about material shit that never dead the stress
Probably Bob Marley is who said it best
I am rich in the soul
Fuck the hoes,
I just got a quarter in this bitch
Wassup
Trying to roll a Bob Marley
Fuck a spliff
Wassup
Got a little bad bitch with me
Take a picture
In
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
why oh why oh why
It's always the good ones that have to die
Oh why oh why oh why
Bob Marley die, ?Jacob Miller? die
(repeat)
Another day another
style, but everybody bit it
Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh with flavor
Another power move, I'll switch my hat, the shit is major
Puttin' out
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
the sun
In the east, dancing in the west
Having fun
Pourin up liquor
Cuz I'm living to die
Smoking Bob Marley
No woman, no cry
She a day tripper, took
regal
Part Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Bobbito
Bald eagle soaring on 'em, got me transforming on 'em
Ayyyy
Gotta keep it in the zone, zone zone
Ayyyy
Keep it
the illcognito,
kill a ego off quick then i'm chillin regal
part Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Bobbito,
bald eagle soaring on em, got me transforming on em like...
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