Lyrics:
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
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Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
16 and a half centuries to go, and where it goes, nobody knows
I was punished for being born twice, and I
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
I'ma pop a roxy
Walking out to paparazzi
Yeah we on an e-way off some E aye
Kicking it with my shawty
Yeah we posted at the Crosby
Rolling doja not
BOcT, BLUE BOcT cND LIME,
DIS IS MY CHcNCE, I TINK GOT DIS TING,
MY CREW DEM CRcCKIN' JOKE, BOY I WcN' WIN,
OH BOY, DEY BEcT ME LcST TIME, OH BOY Dc LcP
Mama, do you see what I see
On your knees and pray for me
Mathilde's come back to me
Charley, don't want another beer
Tonight I'm gonna drink my
Mama, do you see what I see
On your knees and pray for me
Mathilde's come back to me
Charley, don't want another beer
Tonight I'm gonna drink my
high five, boy
Y'know what, I don't like your tone
So shut the fuck up, boy
Try to see us as we fly by
Bugatti speed wave bye bye
Got you surprised oh my
like my nickname Baby
(Brr) used to have a job
But that job barely paid me
Charley's Grilled Subs tried to
Minimum wage me, l-l lately
Hangin' with my
a wife be the solution
So come and live with me in my mansion
Thirty years fine boy still living single life
I no get time charley I dey live my life
Work
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
talkin’ bad about my Ponzi Scheme
And get a load of this cream!
Just do it
Do it for Bob
(Ryah)
Bobby boy, I want you
Can’t you tell, I need you
Off
for turn the speaker up make u hear me proper
I dey knock boys charley frɛ me jaw dropper
I be last man standing me yɛ man stopper
Yh last man standing
association)
Call me Miami haro haro
Cause this deals with the track
Blows my mind like oh chea
Yeah, that's wrong, but it's real
Fuck boys they know the deal
looking on the bright side hay
Be with the right guys (Oyaloo)
We the voice in the streets
We the light light
Tsiey
Kro ah kasa by heart sorr
Ɔyɛ normal e
D to-the U to-the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for
on June
I went off in '42 to fight those boys and pay my dues
Her wallet picture kept my spirits high
Charley boy died in my arms, he saw Jesus, I saw
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
my friend and my friend's name is Bob
Like the devil knows hell, I know Bob that well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his sixty-seven smells
Well enough
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
with
Larry and Joanne Drop by any time...
Bobby, dear, it's none of my business... Lookit pal, I have to work
Thursday evening...
Darling, you've
ain’t by mistake
Feed the fam they all getting plates
If we got problems, ima have my niggas send you home
That’ll put em in they place
Gold grills while
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
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