[Intro : Slaine] Tell them motheruckers to shut the fuck up in the background There's a new song and dance going on
[Verse 1: Slaine] Up in the MGM grand with 10g's in his hand Coked out, drinkin', thinkin' of the reasons he’s playin' For shit to get hot as the summer until it’s freezin' again Bullets pop off, hit you like it’s grease from the pan Man he don’t he believe in the law Is it all regards? demons in laws Stackin' the paper, schemin' the broads Whats his name is Steven or George? Half of the time, that’s where the grime is Kids, he’s have been involved Scared bids he living off Divas got his evening revolving And they’re not even the problem The meanest of all but the seamless so-solve To get his penis and balls in Lisa and all, who’s a piece of shit whore With some cranks in her jaw That squeaks like a dolphin He don’t even do drugs, he’s getting off em He crashes into a wall, crawls in the coffin
[Hook x2: Slaine] Bobby Be Real, (Bobby Be Real) They told him "Bobby Be Real" (Bobby Be Real) They said life isn't easy Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel (Hold on that wobbly wheel ohh)
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I told em before you go to pack a Jimmy With Jammy, cause who you like is pokin' Miny She's open like Cedars, Mickey D's and Denny's He never listen, so we don't take any Hopped on the bitch naked, when she got the clapper Somebody was at the door, they came to jack her Broke in the crib, everyone of em got the strappers But Bobby done brung nothing but his dirty dagger Psycho shooters came and plotted the ho Seen a sucka so they shot at the bros Throwing Bobby, straight demolished, abolished And then they caught it, Bobby done brought in the floor The family’s all blood Sick as hell cause something raw called I was one of the friends at Bobby’s funeral like “oh no!”
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[Verse 3: Madchild] I got a problem I think that probably my kemosabe’s actually Bobby 5 in the morning, down in the lobby Drunk but on coke so he’s not even wobbling He got his problems, hope he can solve em Talking to bitches that look like a Goblin He’s doing coke and he think that she’s dope But her feet are as big as a couple toboggans Once every month or so, quits and goes joggin' Knowing there’s something that’s wrong with his noggin Spends all his money and drives a jalopy Actin' is his passion and rap is his hobby Smashin' and bashin', his fashion is sloppy Laughin' and lashin' out, actin' up oddly He’s got a crew, and when they all start mobbin' That’s when my brother Slaine turns into Bobby
[Hook x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
