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the motherfucker who
Give me the cash to do the job
Corn on the cob
Motherfuckers trynna bob their
Head to $uicide
Bitches thinking that my heartthrob
But my heart

Feel like Tupac nigga I got the juice
She got Nikes on so I just do it
Ooo
Shorty water yeah she feel like a pool
Bob the Builder yeah I carry my

Underground

Petra

Beyond Belief

1990

Words and music by Bob Hartman and John Elefante
Based on John 15:18, Philippians 1:28, Romans 8:37

Look at the front page, turn on the tv
They fire

around to it
My life is hanging by a thread
Bob your head 'till the last note hits
We're feeling fine for the sake of it
We made a bet, then we forfeited

? 
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do 
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to-- 

[Chorus:]
Break it down! x3 
Yo Bob

Dashing through the snow                      
In a one horse open sleigh      
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way

The Bells on bob tails

you go, do you think it's pretty?
He goes, "Don't be so cocky
I'm just doin' my job"
Well, your job's fucked up
Don't say you're sorry 'bout it, Bob

Christmas to you, my dear Bob!”

And Scrooge was better than his word,
He did it all and so much more.

And Tiny Tim didn't die
The man stood always by his

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

Mafia Music

Rick Ross

Mi-Yayo Cash Cartel 2

2009

dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow

Dashing through the snow
On a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go,
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob tail ring,
making spirits bright
What

Dashing through the snow
On a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go,
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob tail ring,
making spirits bright
What

Guthrie was consumed by fire
His momma took ill and fanned the flames
A man set out to do his own thing
The ornery profane poet straight-talker
Woody

& the brain
So distracted by
These hoes & money man

I lost sight of the one
Who gave me purple rain
Now I'm back a outkast
While she floats away

We could be

Find My Way

DMC

Checks Thugs and Rock N Roll [CD & DVD] [Clean]

2006

so I can't go wrong
I write rhymes, Gemini my sign
I got a nine I don't rhyme about mine
I spit, it's legit, never stopped by cops
Comin up with

can only agree
And somehow I saw Bob with a knife 
And he was ready to do it
He was ready to end his life
I hugged him, begged him not to continue

yea bruh, 

calibre up another level, 

I come to settle 

your soft rock pebble come get crushed by heavy metal,

I'm the master of puppets Gepeto

you

with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body

to shoot
Cheddar Bob he shot hisself
I could never miss
I'm top bins top shelf
Built my empire and my wave by myself
I'm from a small place but I got big

Secretariat
He Runs With The Wind
By Bob Orwig

Red mane - flowing in the wind
That blows every time he wins 
But no one's ever seen
Big Red busting

Preachin' Blues

Peter Green Splinter Group

Me & the Devil

2001

And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
Blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round

Dashing through the snow,
In a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go,
Laughing all the way
The bells on bob tail ring,
They make our spirits

Preachin' Blues

Robert Johnson

Me & the Devil

2001

right hand

And the blues fell mama's child 
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child 
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob

water drip like osmosis
I'll set the mood for ya, you know the vibes
Today, I got time for it, run Forrest
Five on me like I'm Bob Horry for the tribe