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Stolen from an African land
Chased out with a knife
With a face like Bob Marley
And a mouth like a motorbike
Oh well the bars are always open
M TOP - MAN... - Marley Bob Lyrics - Amen Lyrics
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
Everybody now
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
Everytime I,
Bob Marley]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Woah now
[Red, red, red, redder than red]
Said I'm redder than red
[Dread, dread, dread, dreader than dread]
I get
want to give some respect due
M.C.A. grab the mic and the Ma Bell will connect you
Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight
"If dancin' prays
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
(lots of varied conversation to the end, at least one mention of Bob Marley)
Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World
I went on my own to
Jamaica, to Bob Marley's old studio
And sang of a lovely, doomed young friend:
"Fatima Fatima, I'm in America
I make rhymes and I
no longer leaping, he's sleeping
While you pussy niggas is sleeping, I'm thinking
Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winking
Bob Marley got me
And gained the whole wide world,
And almost lost our souls.
Some say we should have lead the way;
Take it over from Bob Marley.
Got brainwashed by
no longer leaping, he's sleeping
While you pussy niggas is sleeping, I'm thinking
Deep in thought, the boy ain't even winking
Bob Marley got me
demonstrate
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
I'm on that Richard Pryor, Bruce Lee, Muhammad Ali
Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix,
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
social distant, hoes like, "When you not trippin'?"
I duck the party, who said they saw me?
Crown on Bob Marley, wrist on Yo Gotti
They gon' judge your
pounds and tryin to be a monster
Run around town with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his
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
Lookin for a lighter
Big Bob Marley blunts keep a chick
In the ride on my side
(yea) big ol' donkey butt (yupp)
She talkin to much pass her
Weed calm
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,
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
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
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
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon
We got weeds in
want to go to your party
Niggas moving funny and I got my own Bacardi
Marley everybody smoking Bob Marley
Never had a filter you can call me Joe McCarthy
a Harley (oh shit)
I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi
Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom)
Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley
Get high
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon
We got weeds in
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