Lyrics:
Yeuh yeuh yeuh
Check me out now
Check me out now
Go head then..
[Verse 1]
Allow me 2 introduce myself again
Bobs at tha office but bobby ray is in
estrellas
And they call us the gonzos, the gonzo compadres
Los gatos con queso, and we love our mommies
We live by the mountains, we live by the sea
We live
Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
views
We get hung by a noose
We live in its stoop
Step by step
We walk the path
Data Tracked
Filthy hands
Bossed around
All the ads
No help for our
resign
Subconscious hills travel in my brain and that's why
I'm sifting through the clutter
Chaos lives
Buried in my thoughts
Yes it is
My collage
designer
He put this fire in me my head bob back and forth like a recliner
You think I was a climber the way I climb higher
Time goes by I design up some
sticky for real
Take down the trap, I done did it for real
Crossed by my partners, that's envy for real
Got a feal Kodak I'm diein to live
Tellin' myself
the Christmas Rock
It's a happy time
And if the children are good
They'll get toys to play with
Like rocks.
It's Christmas in Ignace
Bob's got a rock
But he's
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
face
Try to keep my composure, know that hare ain't winnin' race
Still survivin' till I get a chance to live
In this city where it's kill or be killed
My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa
I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean
They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was
And take any nigga in the click to the Super Bowl
And party like it ain't nothin
But most of my homies they done died over drug money
Like Bizzy Bob
the money,"
"I would, but I don't have the time," Fuck that, you gotta do it man
You gotta do what makes you happy, you have live selfishly in that aspect
the silicone
Fuck it, I'ma build her a home
I'ma get my Bob the Builder on
I had to sеcure my home
And fuck what you said, i was on my own
Twin Glock nines, onе
three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State
I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
Of being trapped in
Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say
And sold robotics
If you fell in my fire, you probably roast on it
Heat up the stove and put hope on it
Cah they don't care 'bout our lives, I put my soul
Viral outbreak
Around the destitute
Lighthouse
Morning dew
Blasting off
Tempest's glee
Laughing stock
Tidal waves of mourning days
Left in dimensions
Well I ain't shaking off shit but the dirt
That I accumulated by digging down doing work
I love you mama thank you for trying to keep me in church
But
to yo anklet
What you thinking
Whisper that in lower case
Love is just a gamble baby lemme see your poker face
Girl I know you one of the few who
Bob
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