Lyrics:
you got an army
Dirty money in the laundry, don't ask why, I got my reasons
I puff that Bob Marley, might hit you with the Tommy
You can catch me in
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
Philidelphia and California and Florida bought my new album
I'm Biz Markie, I'm down with my cousin Cool V, TJ Swan, Marley Marl...
child
(Funky child) (Funky funky style) (Scratched by Lord Jazz 6x)
[Doitall]
Well um, back up baby, here come the schooler
We're hit when we dry
I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
Just? so this is how I'm killing them
K is on the M.P., Jazz is on the Technique
Marley's
Philidelphia and California and Florida bought my new album
I'm Biz Markie, I'm down with my cousin Cool V, TJ Swan, Marley Marl...
are too soft
Don't remind me of Dylan or Marley
But regardless, they're two Bob
Was a young gun, but we're still on, Lewi White
Been here so long,
the mob, Bob Marley Marlin' all through the night
Addicted to wealth, never cold turkey to war
Snatch a tec off the shelf, live forever; that's Insh'Allah
papayas
Before I polly
Red lightin' the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money
Women
in the food in the Bob Marley hold out
Balls to the wall on a date with a student
Go hard, go hard, live hard, die hard
Rape one, cap one, fake
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
mistaking the whole front row for stewardesses
I proved who the rawest is as time passes
And fuck smoking weed, I'm smokin Bob Marley's ashes
Let me introduce
a collar
Bonfire, pray your boy top dollar
Top shotta, skrrr right by ya
Rastafari pullin' up in that 'Rari
No dread head but I chief the Bob Marley
Ohh
Bob Marley and Ziggy, my niggas we run the city
It's a very thin line, you can candy-paint mine
All I want is Chevys and the best kush I could find
fakin'
Okay you a killer right, and Miss Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and Beyonce datin'
And Jesus Christ be hatin, got mad love
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
clouds, you can tell by red eyes
Luke Skywalker, I be higher than a Jedi
Up in space, catching comets while I chief
One hit got you geeked you would think
style, but everybody bit it
Yo Marley, hit the remix, make it fresh with flavor
Another power move, I'll switch my hat, the shit is major
Puttin' out
gettin' over with ya piss and farty raps
Been smokin' hella enough to bring Bob Marley back
I still kill 'em all but I gotta shake 'em like "where
(I rock out with the gang at the parties)
(At the parties)
Pull up, on a Harley
Listening, to Bob Marley (Marley)
It gets scary, it can get fogy
You
mental
Thick like a Harvard clique
I got them singing Bob Marley hit's
(I don't want to wait)
They don't want to wait in vain
But I'm worth all the joy
crib I dig Bob Marley ah tunes
I take a spin in my Lexus coupe
Sportin' sexy suit's
Sippin' sick, I sip chicken soup
I rip stages like a maniac
Lyrics
It's time for us to redefine who we be
You can shave it off like a South African beauty
Or get in on lock like Bob Marley
You can rock it straight
It's time for us to redefine who we be
You can shave it off like a South African beauty
Or get in on lock like Bob Marley
You can rock it straight
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