Lyrics:
our souls. to Satan.
Instead. We KILL him. By the same game he plays' (EM!)
Remember, God. I am NOT. A RAP. GOD. (RAP GOD!)
I'm just trying make half
I need for jobs
I got I got people around that don’t wana see me thrive
That’s ok I got my family and they right here by my side
I just gota stay
B.O.B marley
Permanent pain got some scars that won't heal
Death in the air if you blink you get killed
My right hand man he went to the left
How you
a freestyle
I Pull up widda blick I ain’t got time to bob n weave now
I hit her with this d*ck I grab her bob n pull her weave out
Got McFlurrys not by gram you
Bob boasts of clapping with one hand alone
Ivan Issues hears their woes
Are they unique? Well who knows?
We're all special just the same
Claiming
darling] ,
I pop a perk like a smartie [a smartie],
I got them tools like a Harley[like Harley],
smoking za bob marley[bob marley],
hop out the Benz getting
I dey hustle cuz even my skele go run
Even dem paddi go bob
Won ma japa tan if me I no make am if me I no make am
Shugbon temi ba wa aa ireti
I got the chillest vibes
The illest, the realest rhymes you'll ever find
With the hip lines
Making heads bob like Eminem in his prime
No filter
A crow banks bobs and weaves a streak of black across the sleet-gray sleek March clouds
Let it blow over
Let it blow over
The flurry falling
pick Bob's up
Missin' Mac and Big, the Poppa Jigga, just the power
Missin' Mac and Big, the Poppa Jigga, just the power
No sleep, gettin' to my bag, I'm
Time: 3:15 beach bum music bmi
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m recording studios
Brian
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
Word by Bob Hartman
Music by Pete Orta, Lonnie Chapin and John Elefante
Psalm 112:7
He?s got a straight head
In a world of brain dead
He?s got
There's a land beyond that old river
That we call the sweet forever
And we only reach that shore by faith, decree
So one by one we'll gain the portal
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh
Over the fields we go
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring
Making spirits bright
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way,
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making spirits bright,
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way,
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
Went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above "Have mercy, now save poor Bob, if
Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? "But of course"
Still screaming Behold a Pale Horse
Watch my flame turn green like a Promethean torch
Pay no child
an all-star line up
Like none I'd ever seen
Roger Miller opened the show with Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
Followed by Webb Pierce followed by Hawkshaw
Back then was I homeless— God knows I ain't have no place to sleep
Had to take it day by day; living life week by week
All the strife
Tell them make them wait Hey
2 By 2
Me and You
Tell them make them
Pause for me and you
2 By 2 continental zulezu
Who are you Baby Who are you
I dey
nt by my actions
There's ntin too prove
You just being rude you need to be sanctions
You need to play cool I know you're a hater
Don't be so anxious
Yeah ye ye
Ewoo wi wi wi yeye
Believers on big drips
(BoB)
Mama told me ohhh son
trynna be d special one
be in d street and never dull
give this
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