Search results for 'bob by outkast' Page #48

an Outkast
Thinking I could outlast feelings had me downcast
Now it's time to bounce back show me how you bout that
Me and you together is like candy

Cheer up, it might never happen
Drive-by shootings on the streets of Clapham
Jackboots booting right across the map
And daddy's gone 'a looking

What the young trend settin musician I be
Got critics givin up the recognition I de-serve
Never bring yo mrs. By me
I'm it I'm it call me mr. I-t
If I

Hay
And that's how we do it
Ho
Its all about music
Hay
And that's how we do it
Ho
Its all about music
Hay
Ho
Hay
Ho
I want stacks by the bundles
I

a massive super tax
If they sell it in the shops you'll have to buy it by the gram
No more fucking ounces this ain't fucking Amsterdam 
People shuffling round

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

The Drop Off

RZA

The Birth of a Prince

2003

And my nigga crizzee baby, and my nigga digi baby
Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi
Or shacrizzee baby,

check
I been getting rich
I been getting all my funds back
Better on my own
But Im talking to my friends again
Outkast till I'm gone
Yea I'm more like

only see my chapters
Flipping by like I’m not after
The summary written over all again
Feeling like I’m Bob the Carrigan
Cause I began on chapter 1

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

Foreign, Bra
Sheytan, Teufel in mei'm Cup

Bin ein Outkast, ich will lot of cash
Pump Fake, nein, die sind nicht echt
(Okay) Loyal zu mir selbst
(Okay) Ich

the mañana
Mi need a bad one by me
Mi need a bad one beside me
They see dem suck pussy boi, try me
Bodmon, you can't do ah man grimy
Mi gun on me
Case

that it shined down at an angle
To catch it glittering leaves of gold
And in the center stood the masters idle declaration
At which we know only by sight

Beat Baaje Gham Gham Gham
Ghadiye Ki Beat Baaje

Ghadiye Ki Beat Baaje, Hole Re Repeat
Dada Lakhmi Ke Touch Karu Feet Re Ae

Re Bob Maarle Bhi Fire

on a while
Two days ago
She wrote away
To a mail order guru
Her postal sage
Who promised answers
By return of mail
Explaining why
Sometimes it seems
The world

Bob's watching tv
learning about romance and love
to get the nasty details
he listens to noise from the apartment above
Livin' in a dead town
acting like

miracles 
We pray for winners

No more bad dreams, 25 wishes 
The contrast of the lights are making magic 
Midnight, it's time 
We live side by side

just as good
You're right from your side
I guess I'm wrong from mine
We're both just one too many mornings
cn' a thousand miles behind

Lyrics by Bob

the park tonight

Million-dollar Bill used to trade on the floor
But he got de-listed by Standard and Poor
Now his pants are torn and he’s all in debt
But

your Audi coupe 
Leave the (Leave the) speakers shaking 

12 months by the waste side
Fuck the rules Fuck the guidelines
Tired of sitting

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

way you see those is with no clothes
So there's a few who knows
Maybe Brad Pitt know
Billy Bob saw a few so she got some more
I'm sayin'

Hello

balls a lot-mint
Face framed by fringe by fridgits
Snook chewinggums in a mouth disco
Post haste be late and then if so
If so, this so

Two-nil

You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm catching glaucoma.
See me on the corner, looking for