Lyrics:
Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine
Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with Rastas
For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas
I own so many
me haywire
Just straight to my heart
So that's my heart desire
This girl me climb me higher
Yan the bush Khalifa
So anytime I come by the mic and
Dem
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
strutting down the street I got the groove and the swagger
Heading straight at ya then I ziggity zag past ya
And after I do the ziggity zag
Allow me to reach
doin' your job
But you're gettin on my nerves, just like Bob
Every time I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin' brothers what to do
You lock me up
Chain on a thrift shop bargain
Hit space, gotta pause that starship
Damn straight I'm a starving artist
Start charging the paint like Giannis
34,
Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark
The Lou is more
Depressive ironing board backside straight up and straight down. No
Frills no thrills Miss six o'clock subject to have the itch mutanoid
Caucasoid white
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Let's call us some bitches and have a good time
A lot of bottles
Let me tell y'all hol something motherfuckers
(Oh you complaining about that man?)
Yeah them motherfuckers belong to us
Straight up tell all
on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two
art, from one up to eight, never
Ain't got the power, ain't got the strength
Call up Bob the Builder, to fix with a wrench
Some of my dreams, getting
and straight up pop
I studied Nasir Jones and Aesop Rock
I loved two non black girls who ate up 'Pac
And my daughter's best friend will have you straight up
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
get ur hair from ma hair shop i'm talking bone straight long down to the knee cap
I Been the shit, flow cold, no cap
Back to fuck d game up yeah I
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
the block
I was groomed by the block
Had my hand in the pot
Started getting the guop
Nigga like me straight from the gutter
Repping Blake Ave and Sutter
You MIGHT hear an unusual sound
Listen for the BOOM and THUMP, and BOOM and THUMP
As the emu's head bobs up and down
How strange and funny the emus are
got hit by cupid
Everybody knows that im so ruthless
Turning straight men gay at the flick of their light switch
I spit my shit like every other day
bro’s
Me and my
Flood the scene
3000 Degrees, yeah
Outkast when i drop these BOB’s
Yeah
SOB’s
Don’t forget to breathe
AMG
Microphone fiends, yeah
Aye
I
bob just lit up
Grown with the game, drop vise get hit up
Nigga take fade, knock down nigga get up
Broke nigga, broke niggas, I ain't gotta worry bout
the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia
You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea
Gobbled up, like the lost city of Moore and Atlantis
motherfuckin' prophet
Beg your pardon?
D-d-did I stutter?
Pen to the canvas like I'm bob Ross (Bob Ross)
Call me big boss (Big boss)
On the come up like Steve
Ray's almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb
And get a little sticky stank up
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