Lyrics:
ranger
And if I don't got it with me on DECK
Your gettin CUT like a
Las Vegas' card player
And I ain't playing with you at all bitch
I ain't a dog trainer
the night
Ma, I like the night (bitch-ass niggas take flight)
You want your gun I got your millimeter
I eat a sucka duck emcee to smoke blunts by
Last week, uh, in Nashville, Bob Dylan, one of the top writers
Well, I don't need to tell you who Bob Dylan is
The greatest writer of our time was
it all
I got a bedroom, every mirror in town
They're going to claim me if I fall
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
on me
Aye and I just keep the bandz on me god damn
B.O.B. this a lifestyle we ain't playing fair
Nelo G steady throwing bandz in fuckin air
Aye aye and I
rhythm format
Step on you turn you into a dormat
Bowser moves I bob and weave
I counter too my senses keen
Focus every day don't tell me stop this rap
Malone
And the Social Club Band
Bob Luhr was in the house
We had a St. Louis jam
By the end of the night
I had me a job at BB’s
700 hundred south
to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are screaming, hot
cockpit, so Jesus took me supersonic
I got that kingdom rhythm, risen vision, gifted mission
That shakes the dimensions
Written wisdom, living driven,
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect.
Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear,
Here comes Bob!
I ain't subtle in my ways of making
I came up from underneath the mud
I come from a line of thick, thick blood
Was left with a mission to show the good
Got your attention being
bout the bad boy in town?
Bob is his name and he can get down
(Oh yeah)
He is really Bobbin, Bugging everybody
So somebody catch him please?
I'm your
Well I'm looking at you, from the corner of my eye, I can see it now, you're stepping so high and dry, I'm posted in the club watching ladies, go by
defend, or even pretend
I like the trend of this life again
So I fight with my pen to enlighten a friend
Niggaz by my right to spy to my defend
And even
rock and roll
I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
Every day when I got home I turned on my radio
Listening to the music that my idols
no good"
And I suppose you'll judge me by my clothes
But not my good friend Bob
Bob
Bob is smarter than most
His favourite meal is Vegemite toast
He
Time ticks and it tocks, you can't stop the clock
I hear a riff then I spit cuz I've got to rock
Time ticks and it tocks, you can't stop the clock
Roll over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I'm rollin' arthritis
I was talking to the mockingbird
He says you are the worst he's heard.
Bob White! What ya gonna swing tonight?
I was talking to the whipporwill
yall from?
All the low key OG's, where yall from?
Got a gat, cock it back, let me hear yall gun
Come and take a walk through my horde, I'll guide yo
the blues
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tchaikovsky the news
I got the rockin' pneumonia,
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I'm rollin'
Ah Stogie T
Ey you gon have to settle down man
You got a lot to get through ait
After this man you gon have to decide
You know I draw the line
Make
in my ocean, of feelings
Couldn't let anyone know that they got to me
And to this day, showing it hits a spot for me
Proly cuz I associate feelings
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