Lyrics:
21st century boy
21st century
21st century boy
21st century
Eh up! here we are in the 21st Century
and i'm sure just like me you're so happy
uncomfortable
but it's 17 loaded I'm keeping it cool
Now days I'm Comfortable big house by the lake like look at the view
But I still pop out wit tool
Like bob
Where i'm from its stack or starve
Make ya move and play ya cards
Rip to all my soldiers
Free my niggas behind bars
Times is hard
So I ball
Pushin
heard me, and yes I'm sure
I know you think I'm going there, but let's be fair
It's not a conspiracy anymore
It's really happening for sure
The Matrix
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
Anxiety attack had me thinking I was gon' die
Got rushed to hospital in an ambulance
Heart beating so fast I couldn't handle it
By the time that it was
Her Licks
Divne And Dizzy That's Me
Don't Judge The Others How Others Judge Me
Sure,i'm Bent My True Colors Shine
Wacky By Nature Funny Valentine
I'm
attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."
"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
Chased by girls so pretty
Feeling dandy and all witty
Aching like a grape in the sunshine
I took a pill here, a pill there
I headed West somewhere
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
wanna but I know I fucking gotta
Obtuse rubber goose, got a noose, round my neck
I'm like check, how I look, bob my head, to some tunes
I'm so lonely Bob
AHH! Gang
Mr bOB you know what it is
Smiley: i haven't be around
Girl: are you around?
Smiley: i'll call you back one minute, bye
Girl: are you
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
(nah)
Running through ink like I'm tattooing (yeah)
This is music to be murdered by, you love
Turn the volume up, I am fired up like a blunt
Bread is
Like ooouu!
Gah damn,
Rocking my bob like Miss River, no dam
Like fuck!
Okay
Now that you're free, know it's really us, bae
Hot damn
C, bae
Lovin' you
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
an enemy nigga
Too powerful, You lookin' like an enemy nigga
You the opposite of me, Not a fan of these niggas
I'm offending these niggas
I'm offended by
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford
Chorus:
Run Molly, run (oh, Molly). Run Molly, run. Long John's gonna beat you, beneath the shinin' sun.
Long
ain't playing with niggas, no sir not me
And they can't blindfold what my third eye see
Yeah I was locked up, but like a bird I'm free
And the coupe
talking crumbs wen I say i'm getting bread
He was built fr this shit he real sloppy with the head
u wan bob before u help? Ill never fuck you
i no fit
rotation (naww)
Clean your piss don't fuck up probation
(naww) shit im glad I ain't got those cases
I can smoke free, my nerves bad
Ain't got no patience
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