Lyrics:
This is my time
She mix sprite wit her Barcardi
She not my type, good luck Charlie
Who gotta light? I got some Bob Marley
Finish ever single blunt
like missing my weed, I get higher than Bob
It's a eye for an eye in my city, that's Baltimore City
Where even the bitches be wicked in poverty
a piece like boy just give me a reason
I ain’t tripping off no hoe cuz everyone of em cheatin
Stuck in my head I’m a monster conversating with satan
I know
It's
The Boy
Deep Breaths
I'm sitting by myself at Bob Evans
And I never really believed in Heaven, so I
Wonder where it is exactly I'm headed
Cuz
I got all my double C's all up in Chanel
Big body, trying to get the thing to parallel
Louis V, only time the boy take the L
Heavy on a scale
Dope
Everybody getting high this my type of-
Everybody getting high this my type of party
Smoke so much exotic I be getting higher
Than Bob Marley
by
Dem shout ooh
Holla holla holla at dem boys ooh
One two
Where is my chick
Three four 5&6
If you come and be my chick
I'll make you rich
And I take
Scary cuz I feel I might decompose
Watch as I stand by
Look into my own life
Simulation down, I'm on overload
What's on the other side?
I wanna know
out, then shoot a nigga out?
Dead bodies in my dreams, Bob Marley on my couch
Pass me the blunt, he was smokin' when he died
You really think Elvis
might earn respect
But the OPD found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the [unverified]
Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight
Put
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
introduced to this drink that I sisip
Pearl methosine, wit codeine? that's my twisist
It might lean you to the left, or make you isitch
The pearl meth wit
And with the Lord by my side, it don't matter what the call of life
Cause let me in, cause I was going for the ride
Aint blind, aint gotta sin to believe it
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
put the ice in rice for the 'caine
Me and Santan, you won't see nothin' like this again
That's my young boys again, on the glide with the flame
I
Yea
Another one
OC
Ay, Ay, Ay
Welcome to the Garden
Young n****** so heartless
Ay Welcome to the party
Smoking Bob Marley
Still facin these
brutal might
I think he never consulted the pigeons and I wonder what old Bob might say
For his words are my revelation, he is the only prophet I trust in
Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
'cause I chop motherfucking redneck silly
Peeked in his yard and what did I see
I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
Lyrics as performed by Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, Hughes Stadium, Colorado
University, Fort Collins, CO, 23 May 1976,
Transcribed by Manfred Helfert.
not a put down
I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
Like Sweetie Pie by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for
the greatest
Had to tell your ass again
It's a party at my crib
Full house, no Bob Saget
I'ma call dibs
She a baddie, gotta have it
If she throw it back
I can
TGIF on ABC not gonna be beat
Step by Step and Urkel and Boy Meets World yeah that's you
A rollercoaster ride of family fun
Best damn shows under
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