Lyrics:
to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm
don't know man, it's a hell of a job, man
To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man
We got a lot to deal with, family members
We gotta
bless 'em twice and they'll bless you back
Tippy-toein' and I'm mud-walkin', hmm
Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready for no coffin
I know y'all love it
Your ass the same
When it's you against the world
Tell me who do you trust
Some punk bitch that want to be
In love on a bus
Yeah my hustle done changed
me my brother don’t you dwell. Just tell them bastards they can go to hell.
Tom soon heard the rumors as everybody did. A bank was robbed in Uma by
Lookin' at me as If I was a enemy, but if I'm the enemy
You better take a look in the mirror, G
Could it be I look like someone you know
Someone you knew
it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter—you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh
When
?
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--
[Chorus:]
Break it down! x3
Yo Bob
Brown, jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
Ricky made off everything I deserved
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square
want, you had it
I miss you, Bob Saget
I miss you, Bob Saget
Anything? I just want you to know that it's
Normal to struggle with certain
Things in life
It's hard to become successful at times
Because we're working
Waits For No One
you know I’m gonna love you
‘til the day I die
I want to capture the moment
I‘m going to live for today
tomorrow’s never what we
thought
you're wondering, know that I'm not sorry
Do what you want, what you want with my body
What you want with my body
You can't have my heart
And you
body
Write what you want
Say what you want 'bout me
If you're wonderin'
Know that I'm not sorry
Do what you want
What you want with my body
What you
and freak bad bitches (shit, oh-oh)
Forget the story, I know you're gettin' bored
That nigga ain't gettin' you horny no more, is he?
'Cause when it's all
like your style, I like your style
Baby, we could take it all away
Fast whips, cash trips, ass crisp
Yeah, you know I got it (what you want?)
Bad
Can I get an Amen? Woo!
So that's right BoB
When you stand on the shoulders
Of those who came before
You might just see far enough to realize
And by
can doubt me once
You can doubt me twice
But how could you possibly know
Give it ten years maybe you’ll be at one of my shows
Prolly starting the mosh
And there's nothing I can do
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time
Wanted Man
Do you know the introduction Bob? OK
Wanted man in California,
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City,
Wanted man in Ohio
Wanted man
're a blatant myth
I don't know these niggas
Matter of fact, check my iPhone registry
You will see I don't phone these niggas
Everybody wants P but
Nobody wants
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
it in you
What I've got you've got to
Get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling
Don't stop continue
Realize I don't
Want to be a miser
to easy (Drip is to easy)
My n***** criminal minds you know they gone bob and weave (Bod and weave)
Ever since I moved to Florida man I want the Florida
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