Lyrics:
wanna
I could give a mother fuck, I’m sorry momma
I am legend, I am Jerri Jheto, I am Bob Marley, I am Travon Martin
I am starting from the bottom, hungry
Over Trinidad and the little Islands
Then over St. Thomas and over Portland
And over Negril mon by Westmoreland
And St. Elizabeth mon to Claredon
powieki jak Bob Marley
Niebo pełne gwiazd nim świt nadwiślański
Zakończy szampański nastrój i
Skończysz tańczyć
Wpada konfetti, opadają serpentyny
Antrakt,
Harley
Und stopfe das Zeug in den
Joint wie Bob Marley
Das ist Nightlife
Weil wir in der Nacht ticken
Und der Haftrichter will uns
In den Knast schicken
powie
Olbrzymia moc skowa Bob'a Marley'a
Oby go słuchały kolejne pokolenia
On nie walczy bronialecz przekonywgal showem
Jeden z niewielu kory chciał by
The sooner we can free those who relate
Bob Marley warned you about
Mental slavery
Yet your mind is chained
By marketing tactics
The leaders you follow
Will
*taken from The Boomtown Rats debut album
*written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both
a lit wire
That split in the pit
Fibers and bzzz you hit
By the "Gangsta Boogie"
Every ghetto it's the meadow never
Settle for your level
Kept it real-o
thinking ''we wanna believe you''
Black people prayed for JFK
But bang, he got blown away
Same way, Gosh, I can't forget Peter Tosh
If Bob Marley was
memory, when my dad played me "One Love"
Qawwali on the tape brahhh, Bob Marley on the wave brahhh
Peep me on the TV, I'm a talking head, a pundit
[Hook] *some lines will be added and withdrawn through the song*
Check the steel on the track make ya (Get up)
Big guns cocked back make ya (Get up)
Bob
to where you belong
Before my nine choose wrong
My God
Keep yapping, see what happened
It's a full erection in the junction
Pop Bob got me these infections
and my niggas don't give a damn
We got the Bucktown Boot Camp attitude, kill a man
Timberland make me General
Roughneck wild, big 'em up now, Bob Marley
and Mr. Shadow.... aka the Mayhem Click
And we're talking about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out called The Crazy Life
Can you tell
that boy shirt red like I'm Bob Ross
Let the squad finish the job like I got lobs
Married to the game, I'm a in-law to outlaws
I'm crazy, Chrisean Rock
Bob Marley
Everything is gonna be alright
Said I want you by my side
'Til the day that I die
We can drink get high
We can dance all night
gnarly
Smoke coming out of his nose he start snarling
Everything was peace Bob Marley
He's on his sixteen can, hops and barley
Cops make it quite clear
(by Bob Marley)
(Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wa!)
See them fighting for power (ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wa!),
But they know not the hour (ooh-wee, ooh-wee,
There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed
And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds
For your mental, spirit and physical temple
Bob your
Put your hands, let me see, one name, one destiny
(Bridge)
Bob Marley said it's one blood,
Jr Reddy said it's one blood
Well, this war thing, it makes
guard me when I'm off the Bob Marley
I'm on an overdose for success
Have a lot of sex cuz I heard it relives stress
Got the tech under the trench coat
hands up
But we
strongly believe
cnd now my tracks gettin' played up
in the club
Respect to Bob Marley
The greatest Is Muhammad cli
Ghetto Soldiers
These
Poetry my gift, I decided to keep it
and use it
cs Bob Marley,
we
jammin', by all means
cnd real gangsters in magazines
You wanna see
the club or the party
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