Lyrics:
of Pac, a little bit of Bone
A little bit of David in
The Psalms writin' songs
A little Outkast, Johnny Cash and some Pastor
Call it Vice Versa, reverse
lights shine bright white
Every night like Jesus Christ light beams
And the radio sucks, so turn up the Outkast
Fuck it if you're with me or you just
Got
cause we fly
We run LA, watch me speed by
I rok-rok
Roll over
I rok-rok
Roll over
Rok-rok like a rolling stone
Knock-knock, the block's hot,
hands in the air, if you's a true player)
Hören Naughty By Nature wie damals und so
Hebt die Arme jetzt hoch, denn die Party geht los
Also ey bro (Hip
Worn out of racks, growin up fast
Dreamin of Jack, late nights on the ave
Bumpin Outkast, let's take em back to the past
Let's take em back
tits
Outkast and Raekwon dropped fall classic discs
Born to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn
Before the bottom dropped out in 2K
ladies
BIG or Small, I put it in your Bush, Babees
MC's don't Breed cause we keep a 2Pac
G like Craig and in your ear like Mack
So don't be an Outkast
Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Bob Harris (keyboards, trumpet,
rocking that silver,
Chrome Hearts silver,
Too much drip on me I feel like I’m in a river,
Stackin money so damn high I feel like bob the builder,
All this
I adore exploring the corridors to Mordor
Doom and murder spewed through the YouTube converter
Still hungry, debtor better cop one of Bob's Burgers
the car, say I'm almost there
Step by step, finna get somewhere... nia
Get somewhere, gone nia... I'm tryna get somewhere
I done hopped on a plane, I'm out
Riding round with my niggas
Listening to bob dylan
Bitch Im in my building
Imma make five children
Yall don't know how I'm feeling
I just hope a smile heal
the makeup
How the fuck you ugly with a filter
You look like Bob the builder
You built like Bob the builder lookin' ass
You built like a fuckin' Snorlax
Bo my nie jesteśmy po to żeby się podobać
Żeby się podobać nie żeby się podobać
Bo my nie jesteśmy po to żeby Was oczarować
Oczarować nie po to by
She was a wall street celebrity
With upward mobility
Walked and talked like a man
But that was o.k. by me
Two bit losers can never be choosers
No nit
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
There was Everything but the Girl
Bob Geldof has no ego
That man should get the Nobel Prize
By the time he sang the solo on Feed the World
I thought he
mind your business
I'm a connoisseur better check my monitor
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by the block
Could put your face on a shirt
I was
Jerry Jeff Walker, John Inmon, Fred Krc, Bob Livingston
Chorus:
They call us the gonzos, the gonzo compadres
Los cinco caballeros, mirado las
the wagon to the top with Ma secured by a rope
My brother Bob he needs his sleep but them dogs won't permit such things
His wife and kids are all upset
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
right now under the influence
But if you'd just torch those that say I shouldn't do this
Bob Marley'd out, at least 'til I'm back by the lake
But I
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
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