Lyrics:
or silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come unprepared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather
with him
Now he's cruisin'
Don't want to lose it
Loop around Sonic
And right back on it
Low gear, drive by
Up and down
That's right
[Chorus]
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob (huh?)
Say hi, Bob (hi, Bob) Bob's thirty and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause
takes me to paradise
Yeah your sex takes me to paradise
And it shows yeah yeah yeah yeah
Cause you make me feel like
I've been locked out of heaven for
you feel this
And this the real
Bob your head bob your head if you feel this
My mind stay on currency, sharp like cutlery
Try to run with me and pull
pockets go
They still get they fill
Fingers scrape the bottom
It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
They sho' is blinded by the light! (Crazy)
Bob your head
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
spilled
It's on the floor so clean it up & throw it in the trash
& take ya dumb ass to bed with you hungry ass
Hol on what you said?
Stop mumbling
got the Boost in my hand
I'm portable like a bank
Tired of being elegant
Eating chicken with the rain
I bet you don't understand
Bob Ross, Bob Ross, I
name is Danny by the way (What you say?)
Mucho Gusto
Mucho Gusto (Who that?)
I'm the guy with that Fuego Brand, I'm the epitome of Stay Lit
Compared
flash
Nevada we're live on the air
A spree, a spree,
An incredible crime spree
By a couple in a pink corvair
Parker evans and his bride
With elvis
They sho' is blinded by the light!
(Crazy!)
Bob your head crazy, bob your head crazy
Hip-hop, hip-hop turned crack from the era of crack babies
Bob
artillery, you gon' need ambulance
OG gas bag, need a gas mask
Beatin' the pot with the spatula
Migos, the North Side ambassador
Dissing 'cause you were
hate and get desperate
The pressure's on game 7
I do it big, Faith Evans
It balance out for my leverage
Niggas hate and get desperate (Yeah)
You ain't
gilded
Catch me at Bob Evan's with a mother fucking burger, right?
Shit's so good I fucked around and bought their fucking merchandise
Go to my car,
turned to Faith
But you ain't never gon get into
Heaven with that dirty face
I'm pretty sure one of the main requirements
To get through the pearly gates
[Bob Marley (MC Lyte)]
We jammin' (Bob Marley, Bob Marley)
I wanna jam it with you
We jammin' (Bob Marley, Bob Marley)
I hope you like jammin'
Heaven must be missin' an angel
Missin' one angel, child
'Cause you're here with me right now
Your love is heavenly, baby
Heavenly to me, baby
Heaven must be missin' an angel
Missin' one angel, child
'Cause you're here with me right now
Your love is heavenly, baby
Heavenly to me, baby
Out Of Fashion lyrics
Tony King, Bob Evans, Tommy Evans,
I'm out of fashion and I'm out of style
Whatever happened to that friend of mine
I'm
course
He took a spoonful, soon was a corpse
She dumped him in the port with
The fish by the wharf
She told her cellmate his dick's like a dwarf
But she
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
This that type a shit, that you just bob your head too
Bob ya head too, you just you just bob ya head too
This that type a shit that you just bob ya
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