Lyrics:
John 15:13
Words and Music by Bob Hartman
I wear my seatbelt in the car I buckle up for safety
I run for cover from the storm
I wear a band aid on my
gilded
Catch me at Bob Evan's with a mother fucking burger, right?
Shit's so good I fucked around and bought their fucking merchandise
Go to my car
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
scared and can't believe that their whole crews
Ain't a rapper alive that can fill my shoes
I'm dope on a rope virgins water elope
I do the hustle
nuts?
My balls are feeling a mighty big now
I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
It's sheer hustle, I bob, weave, deflate
One by one I lost them, out on the dry leaf floor.
We learnt to push those flathead cars as hard as they could go.
Just like old Whiskey Bob, down
of desire Some got rich and some got priors
My dogs hop barbed wires and steal cars with pliers Wanna see more and be more like the wire
Live Via-
Com from
the zone (word?)
7 Mile and Foyer where a star was born (yeah)
United we stand, divided we swore (D12)
And hell yeah, I looked in my car (yeah)
Bitch, I
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
(Evan Kozin)
(CYANIDE GET THE MONEY)
Woah, hop in the foreign on the go
And my neck on gold
Shawty sniffing on that blow
Woah
Aye I put official in
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
nigga, make up your mind
How much longer you gon' wait to decide?
You was kickin' some dangerous lines
Now buyin' your shit a waste of my time
Nigga,
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Here we've got Avatar in the house
We've got Tom in the house
We've got Evan somewhere
We've got Lucas playing the bass I think
Wait no that's Tom
Ha, peek-a-boo, bitch
Swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes flyer than your best this year
Gorillas in the mist pull back pump they fist
I'm
My dog's stomach was very upset, so I put him in the car and we went to the vet
And on our way to the vet, I killed a cat
And I said, isn't that
The hospital needs a hospital
Now they mocking you
They say the flattery is sincere
I run like a n**** younger than me by ten years
Yeah, and that's my car
star
To get hit by a moving car
Or drown in my own vomit
Soul is tarnished, gotta ruin her
And no one told me there'd be days like this
Sad face, I'll be
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
the silicone
Fuck it, I'ma build her a home
I'ma get my Bob the Builder on
I had to sеcure my home
And fuck what you said, i was on my own
Twin Glock nines, onе
The nighttime hears the wheels rush by
While lovers are fast asleep
There's Bob Wills and a ten piece band Rollin in an ol' Flex Bus
He played last night in
every day
Opening doors only to have half of them close again
(Yeah)
So now I got my ode written
I was told different
When I was growing in primary school
gone
And come morning
I am disappeared
Just an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside with my thumb out
A car pulls up, and Bob's driving
you can't trust nobody
I hold my own strap
They ain't gotta hold that for me
And slide by my baby momma crib
With the mac on me
Man since her cousin in
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