BoB feat. TI & Juicy J – We Still In This Bitch

I’m in my zone I’m feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, they try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch

Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up
B. Rich pull up in that rooster til we wake the fuckin hood up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I’m doin kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up

In the air, one time for a nigga like me, With a squad like this
Where the team so strong, And the flow so cold, ain’t nothin but some bad bitches in my clique
Wassup Eastside? We in this bitch
They think they seein me, but they ain’t seen shit

Girls on the pole, yeah they make me rich
Girls at my shows, wanna take my pic
Yeah, we can do this here all night can’t tell me nothin can’t tell me shit
All in my zone, all on my own ppen that pack, Rollin that strong
And we still up in this, won’t turn down, won’t go home

I’m in my zone I’m feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, they try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch

Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

(T.I)
I got big wheels on my ride
Spent bout 6 mills on my ride
You catch me swervin all over your side of town bumpin bitch don’t kill my vibe
Don’t blow my hide just blow my guy
I’m so paid I’m so fly
Your baby daddy disrespect me black his eye, that’s no lie
I’m on my square, blowin circles in the air, of that purple
Ima boss and you a worker, listen here boy dont make me hurt you
You want trouble, I got plenty how you want it, full or semi
I’m so rich so all that fuck boy shit you kickin don’t offend me
Don’t get killed off in this bitch
I-I spit mills all in this shit
Boy it’s been 11 years of this shit
Look at me now still in this bitch
I stand tall no cant fall
You pussy ass niggas can’t touch it G
See me don’t speak ain’t nothin G
I’m in my zone nigga don’t fuck with me aye

I’m in my zone I’m feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, they try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch

Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

(Juicy J)
Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife
She lookin for a nigga that’s ballin so tonite might be her night
You know me
I stay stuntin low key
I threw tuition at onyx
Flip money fast lil sonny rich nigga I speak Ebonics
Gotta new car I paid cash
Gotta new crib with a weed lab
Crisp bills I need that
Fuck your team where the freaks at
Hundred deep in VIP niggas always hatin
I came in with a bunch of goons and I’m leavin out with this lady
I got your boo in my Bugatti she bout to swallow my babies
My system loud my weed loud no hair clippers I’m faded TRIPPY

I’m in my zone I’m feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, they try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch
We still in this bitch

Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

B.O.B feat. Willie Joe – Little Rascal

Ever since I was a little rascal – I’ve been huggin that block
Nigga settin up shop, catch me runnin from the cops
Ever since I was a little rascal – we been fuckin them bitches
Gotta keep your eye on the riches
All my niggaz get your money – otay? Otay – otay? Otay – otay? Otay
All my bitches get yo’ money – otay? Otay – otay? Otay – otay? Otay

[B.o.B]
Ha ha ha! Look
Well ever since I was a little rascal
had empty pockets, ashy knees, what a afro
All the neighbors called me Bad Ass Lil’ Bastard
They said I was bad cause I was always skippin classes
Dickin church girls where my daddy was the pastor
Now I’m rookie of the year
All of my peers never though that they would see me here
But now I’m sittin here, chillin while I’m sippin beers
Bitches cookin fo’ me, cleanin out my ears (whazzup?)
But way back den, when I got kept back
I wasn’t in the 10th, it was 9 and a half
Cause I was on the grind, tryin to get some stacks
Thought cash would make me happy so I up and hit the trap
We grew up in the slums, since we were young
Searchin through the Sunday paper for some coupons
And destined not to make it, since we was babies
But everythang’s fine and we doin okay

[Chorus]

[Willie Joe]
Geah, geah, ay, ay, AYYY!
I was a lil’ nigga (nigga) from a lil’ city (city)
A lil’ Cali man that’s where the streets is never pretty
It’s where the girls is cute and the cops they treat you shitty
I grew up listenin to The Click and Cutthroat Committee
The Fresh Prince of the city, I’m tryin to get it in
My nigga did the Beanie, doin 15 in the pen
I think his name is Ken, I’m chasin his name is Ben
I’m talkin Franklin, I keep the tree stankin
Niggaz tried to test the boy, what is ya thankin?
“Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems” boyyy, call me (Mason)
(Betha), I’m somethin like a weak nigga tester
When I was young if you snitched, then you was on a stretcher
I’m so good at chess but these niggaz is playin checkers
Nigga watch your mess I saw a dude die for lesser
YA-DA-DA! It’s a cold world after all
As a little rascal all I want to do is ball and I fall

[B.o.B - repeat 2X]
We grew up in the slums, since we were young
Searchin through the Sunday paper for some coupons
And destined not to make it, since we was babies
But everythang’s fine and we doin okay

[Chorus]

B.O.B feat. T.I. & Ludacris – On Top Of The World

[Chorus: B.O.B.]
I used to dream (I used to dream) oh whoa
About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
But now I sing (now I sing) oh whoa
Because I’m sitting on top of the world (the whole world)
And now I sing sing sing sing cause I’m sitting on top of the world
And now I sing sing sing sing sitting on top of the world

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Man I remember before I say that wait let me issue this statement
No way should reflection be mistaking for glorification
Now I remember so vivid me and my niggas was living
Sub-standard condition still handling business
Still laughing and tripping still having the bitches
I’m rapping now reminiscing and god damn it we did it
From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen
Splitting it eight ways flip it in 8 days
Thought that wildin unruly it was just the way to behave
Kept the weight and the yay for most the paper we made in all dimes
I ain’t lying the pleasure was all mine
Have big work to move but we served the small time
I always outshined the niggas with small minds
Who would of thought we would be arguably the greatest of all time
Around here we developed such a sound down here
But duplicate it off the steel it can only be found here
Only listen to G’s that other shit I don’t hear
Shit they so far in the rear how would I even care
I’m too busy being a player staring at niggas careers
But talk about it for years and now we finally here

[Chorus:]
I used to dream (I used to dream) oh whoa
About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
But now I sing (now I sing) oh whoa
Because I’m sitting on top of the world (the whole world)
And now I sing sing sing sing cause I’m sitting on top of the world
And now I sing sing sing sing sitting on top of the world

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
They say what goes up must come down but I ain’t reached my cruising altitude
Take a look at what I did but can you imagine what I’m about to do
The places I’m bout to go and the money I’m bout to see
Gave bill gates some binoculars and said look out for me
Exceeded expectations even at def jam
Cause I married the streets and Atlanta has been my best man
My momma quit her job and now she works with six figures
Cause I’m a self-made nappy-headed rich nigga
Private planes help me travel in peace
To four cities in one day and four countries in one week
Cause I work for myself and no one else cause I’m too smart too
Put one of my partners right through culinary art school
Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it
Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my friends credit
And now they witness all the glitz and the glamor
Catch us eating at straits Atlanta with women with table manners
Order in Singapore and lobster
Celebrating coming from nothing to winning grammys and rappers winning oscars
And they say rappers shouldn’t act nahh suckers
We see Samuel L.Jackson like what’s up mother fucker

[Chorus:]
I used to dream (I used to dream) oh whoa
About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
But now I sing (now I sing) oh whoa
Because I’m sitting on top of the world (the whole world)
And now I sing sing sing sing cause I’m sitting on top of the world
And now I sing sing sing sing sitting on top of the world

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I know them haters don’t stop plotting and wish you would fall
Cause I’m standing on top looking down at it all
I see you down there to ya’ll this ain’t like I got it all
Homie I ain’t get enough I’m still trying to triple up
That’s why we got is street cred and akoo building up
Say I’m doing too much shit I say I ain’t did enough
Remember saying damn if I could just get to a million plus
And now I’m like shit what the fuck is a million bucks
Triple that on my bond thanks to bigs and run
But never mind what I’ve been through just look at what I become
All the shit I’ve avoided what I done for my sons
And daughters and momma just call her
I sold dope and dropped out of school seems it’s all they can see
They don’t notice none of my family did that since me
I broke that cycle now my family live a life of
Mandatory minimals but not when the judge sentence them
Cousins in college where you think they get tuition from
Just for standing around wishing huh
And while you standing around looking dumb
I make it happen taking action over time got damn good at it

[Chorus:]
I used to dream (I used to dream) oh whoa
About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
But now I sing (now I sing) oh whoa
Because I’m sitting on top of the world (the whole world)
And now I sing sing sing sing cause I’m sitting on top of the world
And now I sing sing sing sing sitting on top of the world

B.O.B feat. T.I. & Young Jeezy – Strange Clouds (Remix)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I’ve been drinking so much, my bitch said you’re an alcoholic
Every time I find something I’m good, bitch you gotta spoil it
She said boy you need some help, damn right, you got it bad
I said bitch, we’ll see the next time that I buy your ass a bag
Yeah, Jeez is talkin’ burr, last time he seen a brick
What the fuck he rapping about?
Last time he had a hit?
In the pack I got his loud like
Who the fuck you talking to
All that yelling, all that screaming
What the fuck you bout to do?
I don’t do the lean, but what’s up with them double cups
I say put vodka in both them muthafuckas, double up
I’m so high up in the clouds, I hope I make it home
I’m so fucked up in the booth right now, I hope I make this song

[Hook: x2]
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That’s how we do it)
(That’s how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
On a private jet, left to right
I be coast to coastin’
Eh, I don’t get throwed I just twist up and get rollercoasting
Eh, I’m gone, grandaddy, purp cologne, nigga, stop
So high I live in the sky, Leroy Jessie drone, nigga
Okay, if I ball, they dodge balling: elementary
I be smoking that old bun, that oval office, that presidency
She pop, her knees drop, cause these bottles are complimentary
All night we making history, paparazzi be documenting my clique
You sideline I’m headline, at the top
Take home the gold, then hit the bowl, I’m Mike Phelps
Raise out, with the prize belt, Olympic ganja, damn right
I’m 12.30, I’m google baby, all day, all night

[Hook: x2]
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That’s how we do it)
(That’s how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Every time you see ‘em, shawty going in
Go to jail, get back, here we go again
Back of that black Benz, getting to that dough again
Million, Grand Hustle real nigga, no pretend
Bank roll, can’t fold, dough to the ceiling
And the legend where we living, bankhead brilliant
Ghetto boujie, with bitches with ghetto booty
Let’s go cutie swagga so art deco
I act Prada, Margiela, Louie
Blowing sticky icky
Get her gooey ooey
He said she won’t licky licky
He don’t know me do we
Ay truly, tip is just the coolest
Thought you knew this
Guess the proof is in how long a nigga do it
Ba-ba-bowww

[Hook: x2]
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That’s how we do it)
(That’s how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds

B.O.B feat. Trey Songz – Castles

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Everything I ever said
Everything that I have done
Tryna show ‘em it’s my time
Building mansions in my mind
Now that’s all so yesterday
I’m just lighting up my fire
Tell the world I’m saying goodbye
You ask me why…
I’m building castles in the sky
I’m building castles in the sky

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I use to ride around town in a watchu call it
Looking like a dimmer rapper
Feeling like a dusty wallet
Getting fired, then hired, then refired
The idiots guide to how to build an empire
I show you how to stunt show you how to pop
Gotta watch from my wrist and a watch for my paps
Ballin’ from the baseline, bottom to the top
Got bullets on speed-dial yeah I call shots
Now you can’t act like you never heard of me
Cause I’m so third degree, everyday I’m burning leaves
I’m in my castle and I’m never coming down
They always said I had my head in the clouds, HA!

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Everything I ever said
Everything that I have done
Tryna show ‘em it’s my time
Building mansions in my mind
Now that’s all so yesterday
I’m just lighting up my fire
Tell the world I’m saying goodbye
Why…
I’m building castles in the sky
I’m building castles in the sky

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I use to fantasise about the badess girl I couldn’t get with
Couldn’t get her number couldn’t even get her digit
Then I saw the light now my nights are quite explicit
I’ll be lost inside the ganja with a swollen head missin’
Got bills paid, got the whole hood saying damn Bobby Ray
Came a mighty long way
No GPS on star on navigation
I’m a self made nigger, shout out to my operation
It started in my mind then it started takin’ shape
I still cannot believe these events are taking place
Uh, I’m in my castle and I’m never coming down
It’s no wonder my heads in the clouds, ha!

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Everything I ever said
Everything that I have done
Tryna show ‘em it’s my time
Building mansions in my mind
Now that’s all so yesterday
I’m just lighting up my fire
Tell the world I’m saying goodbye
Why…
I’m building castles in the sky
I’m building castles in the sky

[Bridge: B.o.B]
Building castles the size of collesiums
Thirty thousand feet up, I swear you gotta see ‘em
Cruising altitude with a foolish attitude
Headed for the moon maybe Mars, maybe Venus
[x2]

[Hook: Trey Songz]
Everything I ever said
Everything that I have done
Tryna show ‘em it’s my time
Building mansions in my mind
Now that’s all so yesterday
I’m just lighting up my fire
Tell the world I’m saying goodbye
Why…
I’m building castles in the sky
I’m building castles in the sky

[Outro: B.o.B]
Building castles the size of collesiums
Thirty thousand feet up, I swear you gotta see ‘em
Cruising altitude with a foolish attitude
Headed for the moon maybe Mars, maybe Venus

B.O.B feat. Playboy Tre – Just A Sign

Looking at the world through my rearview
Searching for an answer up high
Or is it all wasted time?
Everything is crumbling around me
Feels like the ending of the times
Or is it all just a sign?

Uh, I don’t start from my notebook
Ever since, never woke up
Hey, I’ve been travelling for lifetimes
Still I got many miles ‘fore it’s over
Yeah, I kept on hunting like I’m supposed to
But everything in the world ain’t kosher
See it’s crazy when your friends turn to strangers
But then strangers running up like they know you
And the further away from reality I go
I can feel the truth getting closer
But hey, it’s a path that we all on,
If you in the fast lane or the slow one
And you might break down on the shoulder
You just gotta know who to call for the tow-truck
I guess we all gotta exit to the next boulevard where the roads are

Looking at the world from my rearview
Searching for an answer up high
Or is it all wasted time?
Simulated automated break through
Everything appears to be fine
Or are we all digitized?
Everything is crumbling around me
Feels like the ending of the times
Or is it all just a sign?

Yeah, sometimes, sometimes I’m wondering
If what I’m seeing in front of me, is even real.
Yeah, go role up some of that killa
We call this slasher smoking,
Gone off that Michael Myers
I can barely keep my lashes open
6 shots of the rum I’m done
Thinking about my partners death
I’m angry, in a flash he was gone
Man how can that day not rearrange me
All of my days, they clouded
All of my nights, they rowdy
He told me ‘Tre keep suckers in the rib
So I’m smashin proudly
Is it all in my head?
Am I just wasting time?
All of my rearview mirror
Looking for answers ’bout to lose my mind

Looking at the world from my rearview
Searching for an answer up high
Or is it all wasted time?
Simulated automated breakthroughs
Everything appears to be fine
Or are we all digitized?
They say you only get one life time
Then it’s gone in a blink of an eye
Or is it all just in my mind?
Everything is crumbling around me
Feels like the ending of the times
Or is it all just a sign?

I saw the lights dancing up so high
I wonder is it really a sign?
Or just imagination, imagination
Escorted Rivers flooded off the sky
Pouring from the sands of time
Congratulations, we finally made it

I saw the lights dancing up so high
I wonder is it really a sign?
Or just imagination, imagination
Escorted Rivers flooded off the sky
Pouring from the sands of time
Congratulations, we finally made it

Looking at the world from my rearview
Searching for an answer up high
Or is it all wasted time?
Simulated automated breakthroughs
Everything appears to be fine
Or are we all digitized?
They say you only get one life time
Then it’s gone in a blink of an eye
Or is it all just in my mind?
Everything is crumbling around me
Feels like the ending of the times
Or is it all just a sign?

B.O.B feat. Rosco Dash – Guest List

[Hook: Roscoe Dash]
I be over here, I be over there
You be on the outside wishin you were here
I be at the club, I be at the spot
You be talkin big but you really really not
‘Cause you ain’t me and I ain’t’ you
I Ain’t even gotta try, this is what I do
Cause you ain’t me and I ain’t’ you
I Ain’t even gotta try, this is what I do
This is what I do

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
This is how my day go
Wake up, cross over, fade ho
I wake up with that leggo, 28 flow but I lay low
No lease ’cause it’s paid fo, stack chips with my queso
Straight shots no hangover, real bitches, no fake hoes
Two chicks in Barbados, we bait ho’s like bagels
Hasta luego, Lobsta Alfredo
Authentic Italian linguine, Pasta, no Prego
Call me lieutenant, ridin in a whip windows tinted
Got a tour bus with a room in it
Loud pack, no stems, no seeds in it
When I ride on the beat, man I grove in it
Hell yes sir, I handle business
I’m so prolific, it’s impostor-ing and no pretending

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Roscoe Dash]
Do it, do it, I did it, did it
It’s done, it’s finished
Yes I put it over a time to mix it
Mine I spin it, man I got hits on hits on hits
So why the hell they keep on pitchin’
Got a whole lot of haters who don’t add me when they missin
My music is like a drug and I’m just feelin’ enough prescription
That’s school and put the beat it at the school detention
Got me Captain Hook man after low murder make me a burger
I’m so further like the place that you ain’t heard of pound worker
See I get out hand to my building I am so ambitious
I got big dough that’s biscuit [?]
So when I walk around that’s fitness I pass fur when I visit
Overseas ball no pivot you talk about it and I love it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
Grand hustle
Since day one you heard me
From the underground to the surface
I rose out of the fire, I emerged out of the furnace
But I knew that my time would come, And I couldn’t be more deserving
Man I swear I’m good for life, but still I’m far away from perfect
Shit I’m straight like 12: 30
Call me the good, I’m burping
Chillin with brown sugar and cinnamon
One butter scotch and one Hershey (Good God)
With a booty so big you can probably Google Earth it
I’m a hit it girl with that long jump, With hat Jackie Joyner, that Kersee
Now squirt for me, twerk it for me
I’m the professor of Real Nigga University
I hold my team down, anchorman Ron Burgundy
I’m tryin tell you man, I’m sharper than surgery
Bobby Ray!

[Hook]

B.O.B feat. T.I. – I’m Dat Nigga

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Ain’t I clean? That machine, super cool, super mean
I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga

[T.I.]
Mega pimp, super clean, the coolest in the universe
Niggas hating on what he doing just mad cause they ain’t do it first
His name pop up when you hit play or on your Google search
Bitches bow they head and bend they knees just like they do in church
Drop dough into her purse before you get into her skirt
She agree to do the work before she get into the vert
‘Til my pine box drop down into the dirt
I’ma be by far the hottest nigga known to the Earth
In the air, I fly, can’t compare my
swagger to another rapper don’t you dare try
Anyone with a pair of eyes can look and see
No legacy’ll ever be next to me or near by
Though I invite you all to try, ay I’m a fair guy
Just approach with caution, be aware because I don’t share my
throne – my crown I own
Hottest flow on any song, I’m on, I’m gone nigga
{I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga}

[Chorus]

[T.I. - over Chorus]
Hey! B.o.B, you up next, baby
Hey! Grand Hustle, nigga
If I ain’t the hottest nigga on the universe
I guess I’ll have to do until he get here nigga
(Here I go!) Hey call me a liar nigga
Yeah!

[B.o.B]
Ay y’all Tip ’bout to be mad at me
Because I’m about to take the crown, the throne, and the ring
Well I just take the throne, the jewelry I don’t have to keep
But still watch my (Grand Hustle) on my [?]
Beat you to the hole, dunk, and have you lookin at my feet
Tip’s like “The audacity of this nigga to just be challengin me!”
Well you may rap on the beat but nigga I be attackin the beat
Straight pull out a bat, pull out a gat and tat tat on the beat
So where’s the beef, I kill the producer and the track when I speak
Tip are you gettin head from this track or are you masturbating?
Why am I rappin these things? Because I have to be seen
Cause my nuts is so big they be saggin my jeans
This beat is done, stick a fork in it
If you were goin against me it’d be unfortunate
Either that or you’d get scared and you’d just forfeit it
I ejaculate on the track, so there, there’s an orphange
{I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga}

[Chorus]

[Outro: T.I. (B.o.B)]
Okay, you got that (I’m gone, mayne)
I kinda, I kinda feel like I got you, man)
Hehehe (I had to kinda show you up, man)
(I ain’t wanna make you look bad, really, honestly)
Ay, man, aye man
Ay man that laughin, that laugh is natural
Because I’m literally amused by your sentiment
I mean y’know if you really feel that, know what I’m sayin
That the likes of the second verse
Could even slightly compare with the
With the immaculate of the first verse (hahaha)
Then I must take a chuckle… ha ha ha ha!
You know what I’m saying, but never no mind
(We can have ‘em blog about it!)
Absolutely, man, I’ll let you guys be the judge
(You know you gonna do it anyway, fuck it)
B.o.B or T.I.P. y’knahmsayin man you be the judge dawg)
(Which could be the better acronym for the song)
But you know what though, either way it’s Grand Hustle

B.O.B feat. Nicki Minaj – Out Of My Mind

[Hook: B.o.B]
I’m, I’m, I’m, I’m
I’m out of my, out of my mind
Out of my fucking mind
I’m, I’m out of my, out of my mind
Out of my, yeah
I’m out of my my my mind, out of my mind, mind, mind, mind, mind, mind
I’m out of my fucking mind
Out of my fucking mind (mind, mind)

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I’m out of my fucking mind, G-G-golly, oh my
I was doing fine, once upon a time
‘Til my brain left and it didn’t say bye
Don’t look at me wrong; I’m out of my mind
Like Nostradamus and da Vinci combined
So paranoid of espionage
I’m watching my doors and checking my blinds
My brain is on vacation, they telling me
And I’m bi-polar to the severity
And I need medication, apparently
And some electrocompulsive therapy
I am a rebel but yes I’m so militant
Still I’m eligible for disabilities
I am psychotic but there is no remedy
This is not figurative, this is literally
If these niggas go dumb, I go to the mental facility
See, man I’m so out there, I slap fives with E.T
I don’t need a feature, they don’t want me to eat A La Carte when I’m on this beat
If you feel the same as me, then you gotta agree

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
What’s your name? B.o.B?
So, they callin’ you Bob?
Stop playing, nigga, you know that I’m known for the Bob
Couple hit songs, got you thinking you a hearthrob
Well, this thang so good, make a nigga wanna sob (Hmm, hmm)
You don’t need a feature?
Nigga, I’m the feature
You gon’ be the priest, and I’mma be the preacher
You can be the he-man, I’mma be the she-ra
You can be the Grim, I’mma be the Reaper
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night skies
Are like shooting stars?
Well, you gon really need a wish right now
When my goons come through and start shooting stars
You know, I’m all about shoes and cars
I’m kinda drunk off booze Bacardi
I told Baby when I get my new advance
I’mma blow that motherfucker on a blue Bugatti
You know, I graduated summa cum laude
That’s why they thinking I’m Illuminati
And matter fact, let’s kiss and make-up
I’ll help you escape on my blue Ducati
Hallelujah!

[Hook]

[Interlude: B.o.B]
I’m out of it
I can’t seem to come out of it
What’s going on inside of my head?
It feels like I’m being John Malkovich
Ladies and gentlemen, please turn it down a bit
There’s an announcement, I like to announce (It…)
Wait, how am I’m suppose to pronounce this shit?

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
I don’t need a sub, I don’t need a speaker
Cause a nigga bring the noise like an onomatopoeia
Leave him in the dust, all he see is my Adidas
Na na na na boo boo, wouldn’t want to be ya
Never turnin’ back, how you think I got here?
And I’m never slowing down, fuck was that a deer?
If you got a problem, step to the office
Matter fact, never mind, talk to the Kiosk, Biatch
You have no idea
That’s why they call me B dot been a maniac ever since I was knee-high
Man I swear to God I need help, someone call Charter, maybe call FEMA
Cause I got to be crazy or outta my mind to have this many stamps on my VISA

[Hook]

[Outro: B.o.B]
Wait, if I’m here and you’re there?
And if I’m here and you’re there?
And if I’m here and you’re there?
And if I’m here and you’re there?
And if I’m here and you’re there?
And if I’m here and you’re there?

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (whispering)]
Um, yeah, yeah
Nicki, B.o.B, ho
(Shh… they might be listening)

B.O.B feat. Playboy Tre – Campaign

[Hook]
One hand on the clutch, life in the fast lane
Money ain’t nothing if it can’t come the fast way
Chronic chronic chronic, roaches in my ashtray
It’s that presidential shit, welcome to my campaign
To my campaign, to my campaign
Same lifestyle ain’t a damn thing changed
To my campaign, welcome to my campaign
Same old lifestyle ain’t a damn thing change

[Verse 1]
I say my mixtape, better than your album
How come, really you was better off without one
Sideline haters, they can’t tolerate the outcome
You the runner up type, me they cannot out run
Sit your whack ass down, Calm the fuck down some
Take a fucking Valium, now DJ crank the volume
Tell her like, keep your head steady I’m about done
Passed out, please don’t wake me up until the ounce come
Uh, I’m in the hood, like an Obama sticker
I’m from the hood, you a neighborhood watch nigga
I fall through with a “made u look,” watch nigga
Ha, Pissin niggas off like swastikas

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Playboy Tre]
I’m campaigning with my Ace, he just beat a case
So we got liquor by the crates, yellin fuck the state
I guess you could say its fate
That we made it from the bottom of the bottom
Where somebody always shooting but don’t nobody know who shot em
I just pray the angels got em, I hope The Lord embrace em
I swear to y’all the streets are hell that’s why I call my pistol Satan
If we don’t make it then its back to doin devilish things
Now tell that freak to drop it lower than her self esteem
Death to my opponents, this is my crowning moment
The life we livin can’t be rented boy you gotta own it
Im feelin lethal, Sippin brandy that moesha
You saw that buzz upper cut that’s how that flow will treat you

B.O.B feat. Lil Wayne – Strange Clouds

Yeah
Hahaha
Oh you already know we gon’ do
Hahahaha
Hey

[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
Well, if you guessin’ it’s me, you guessed correctly
I just stay with a stallion, you would swear I was an equestrian
I hit her with that pipe, call that Nancy Kerrigan
Stay on the greenest greens, call us vegetarians
You be on that minor league, but we smoke professionally
I do my job exceptionally, on point like a decimal is
The way I ride on the beat man I be in the street it’s done so effortlessly
Yeah, so these niggas can’t sleep on me, there’s no Inception in this bitch
I’m top chef, you top ramen, I’m top shelf
No last call, to the bartender, what you got left?
Pour it up, don’t stop there, hold your cup, take a shot, yeah
All night we celebrate, cause we everywhere and you not there
Ha,

[Hook: x2]
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That’s how we do it)
(That’s how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Blue jeans, I’m faded, mindin’ my own data
Smokin’ on that strong, that Arnold Schwarzenegger
It’s Tunechi Lee you bitch you, you hot as an igloo
Kick back on that glock, call that Jiu Jitsu
Hello world, I’m with a yellow girl, number 2 pencil
These rappers is washed up, spin cycle, rinse you
My nigga, all day, all night, half pipe
I dive in that pussy, yeah I belly flop, I jackknife and shit
And tell my homies that I say it’s a party
Got that tech for technical difficulties
I’m top dog, you top ramen, I’m top dog
Piru, gangsters, outlaws
Yeah!
(Young Mula baby)

[Hook: x2]
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That’s how we do it)
(That’s how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
Well ain’t no question, yes, it’s B.o.B yes definitely
Up in the studio, I got on my necessities
If you want that real shit, you made the right selection
I’m the king until I die, yes, I rep that definitely
They say I’m a celebrity, what the fuck’s a celebrity?
I guess I must invest in the proper form of protection
And I, say it’s a curse but it’s emotionally a blessing
To a nigga from the hood tryna aim for the top
But I don’t even need no directions
I just wake up and then I roll up the purp
But these niggas wake up on my dick
At least have some breakfast first
Nigga keep your nourishment first and your mind on my lyrics
Cause what you hoping to accomplish I already did it bitch

[Hook: x2]
All we do is pour it up
All night, drinks out
(That’s how we do it)
(That’s how we do it)
And all we do is light it up
All night, all you see is strange clouds
Strange clouds, strange clouds

B.O.B feat. Morgan Freeman – Bombs Away

As the war between light and darkness continues
Heroes and villains become harder to identify
Kindred spirits separated at birth
Fighting for their place in time to be solidified
The clock ticks faster and faster
While time runs a marathon in this babylon
But see, the end is only the beginning
The beginning of the calm before the storm

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I used to dream of success, now success is inadequate
It seems the bigger I get, it’s the more they get mad at me
Cause it ain’t no rules inside this fight that we battlin’
And it ain’t no leftover scraps, you only eat if you capture it
And I swear it’s like a fucked up reality
But creation needs a devil, the devil needs an advocate, I guess
And I ain’t too big on duality, but
You think you know me? You ain’t seen the half of me
So fly, no gravity
So high, Mount Everest
And the show must go on, yes
But I don’t have to act in it
And they don’t make a television that handles the frequencies of my channel
And there ain’t no computer that can hack it
It just don’t have the capacity
Hell naw that ain’t happenin’
You hustle? Well we are Grand Hustle, nigga we mastered it
Y’all workin’ on your bachelors, we ball like we athletes
Drink wine out of chalices on Sunday like we Catholics
And if this is an embassy, consider me ambassador
Official, no artificial preservatives or additives
I love it all, but I ain’t attached to it
They call this a game because it is exactly

[Hook x2: B.o.B]
Whenever I wake up, I get this feeling
That I can’t wait up, cause time is ticking
Bombs away (Bombs away)

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
And it seems like, in the grand scheme of it all
The world’s run by a few people and we never seen them at all
How do they exist if we don’t know who they are?
They can be you, they could be me, they could be queens and gods
Some say that we’re slaves, an alien race created us all
From a distant star, some say through evolution we evolve
But if anything, what you finna see is a change, don’t be alarmed
And whoever they are, well I think that it’s time we start takin’ charge
Fuck rules, fuck boss
You can be whatever you want
You could be a star with a car with a house made out of gold
And the springs or the falls, you could never see it all
If you don’t know what I mean, have you seen Niagara Falls?
Man I swear this world is ours, but I’ve just been pushed too far
Now I be beast mode up on these bars
Freak out a beat and then beat it out raw
Good God, if I go this hard, by the time I’m ninety
I won’t need viagra naw, even if I had a dog
I be the canine, I’d have a ball
Better watch out when you cross my yard
I am a flame, I am the spark
I am in drive, y’all in park
Look at my shot, look at the arc
Look at the crowd as soon as I start
Look in they eyes and look in they hearts
Two middle fingers straight at the law
Sincerely yours, so pray to your lord
Cause this is a war, ain’t talkin’ ’bout bullets and swords
UFOs don’t make any noise
When they travel in hyper speed, so welcome aboard

[Hook x2: B.o.B]

[Outro: Morgan Freeman]
As the mask of deception falls off the face of humanity
Unveiling the grim reality of duality
In which everyone is a casualty, no one will be exempt
Truth has many shades
It’s not a matter of black and white, but gray
Although many, we are one, so in the final analysis
Could it be that we are fighting a war that can’t be won?

B.O.B feat. Nelly – MJ

[Hook:]
Let em hate
Cause I’m straight
I’ve been ballin on these niggas all day, all day
They gonna have to call a nigga MJ, MJ
I’ve been ballin on these niggas all day, all day

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I’m Hotter than a sauna
Hotter than a summer
Throwin shit down, call me California
Kush is my cologne yeah you know the aroma
I make the whole club open like a soda
I got hella haters, haters on my boner
Cause I’m ballin on these niggas quota after quota
Nowadays everybody got something to say
Like a fuckin interviewer on the phoner
Where the girls with a good head on your shoulder
When I’m on campus show me your diploma
Good brains, good student
Go crazy, go stupid
It’s me east side bachelor
Kicked back kush’ed out to the maximum
Fly like traveler, high like a passenger
On purp, on lavender
So I laugh as I pass you up
When you running down the sideline
Niggas on the bench trying to grab at ya

[Hook:]
Let em hate
Cause I’m straight
I’ve been ballin on these niggas all day, all day
They gonna have to call a nigga MJ, MJ
I’ve been ballin on these niggas all day, all day
And you know don’t even know what I got
And you don’t even know when this dropped
And you don’t even know what I’m about
You know you know you know it won’t stop

[Verse 2: Nelly]
You talking about money than you calling my name
You talking about flipping money than you talking my game
You talk about gettin money than we talking the same
You talk about small money than you talking it lame
I’m with that so mellow, whole other level
I’m gunna tell her to get in the trunk, heavy metal
5.0 yeah bag is little
Guess whose back
Uh huh no riddle
Two bad bitches
Guess whose in the middle
315 yeah guess whose eating biddles?
Used to eat kibbles, but the dis won’t get it
If it don’t come fully equipped then don’t get it
The seats ain’t leather my man then don’t sit it
If you ain’t got no rubbers on hand then don’t hit it
Here what I tell ya man? Don’t play with it, nope nope don’t play with it
I collect money like child support
I gotta get it cus I gotta pay child support
Cus my baby momma think I’m at the slot machine
I like soccer moms I’m on the soccer team
From the block to the board room
We can do it in the streets or in the court room
I put a hoop in the house that’s a court room
Now a nigga shootin jumpers from the fourth room

[Hook:]
Let em hate
Cause I’m straight
I’ve been ballin on these niggas all day, all day
They gonna have to call a nigga MJ, MJ
I’ve been ballin on these niggas all day, all day
And you know don’t even know what I got
And you don’t even know when this dropped
And you don’t even know what I’m about
You know you know you know it won’t stop

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
Drinks on us, freaks on dick, haters on hush
All eyes on us everything you see the Suvs pull up
Down like that whenever we creep up
And we slide to the back and we stay linked up
Why the hell they hating on us
I’m living my dream don’t wake me up
Ballin so long It’s boring
Ballin so long I’m yawning
Haulin so long that I gotta let the flow cool off cus my feet just
Scorching
Anybody trying to get up on my level better have to feel misfortune
And you ain’t never seen this brooke
You like “can anybody tell me where the door is?”
I will never ever ever have a shortage
18 damn months been touring
And I don’t ever see my house, my couch, or my bedroom set seems foreign
But I always knew there’d be bitterness
These niggas speak fluent gibberish
Life can be ridiculous
So I ball like this on these hypocrites

[Hook:]
Let em hate
Cause I’m straight
I’ve been ballin on these niggas all day, all day
They gonna have to call a nigga MJ, MJ
I’ve been ballin on these niggas all day, all day
And you know don’t even know what I got
And you don’t even know when this dropped
And you don’t even know what I’m about
You know you know you know it won’t stop

B.O.B feat. Juicy J, TI – Starship Stobelite

[Hook]
I’m in my zone I’m feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round, They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch
We still in this, we still in this bitch, we still in this
Turn this shit up loud
And buy another round
They try to shut us down
Bout an hour ago but we still in this bitch

[Verse 1]
I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up
B. Rich pull up in that rooster til we wake the fuckin hood up
Got all these pounds of ganja, I work out I’m doin kush-ups
Bobby Bands is in the building, pop that pussy, throw a foot up
In the air, one time for a nigga like me, With a squad like this
Where the team so strong, And the flow so cold, ain’t nothin but some bad bitches in my clique
Wassup Eastside?
We in this bitch
They think they seein me, but they ain’t seen shit
Girls on the pole, yeah they make me rich
Girls at my shows, wanna take my pic
Yeah, we can do this here all night, can’t tell me nothin can’t tell me shit
All in my zone, all on my own
Open that pack, Rollin that strong
And we still up in this, won’t turn down, won’t go home

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - TI]
I got big wheels on my ride
Spent bout 6 mills on my ride
You catch me swervin all over your side of town bumpin bitch don’t kill my vibe
Don’t blow my hide just blow my guy
I’m so paid I’m so fly
Your baby daddy disrespect me black his eye, that’s no lie
I’m on my square, blowin circles in the air, of that purple
Ima boss and you a worker, listen here boy dont make me hurt you
You want trouble, I got plenty
How you want it, full or semi
I’m so rich so all that fuck boy shit you kickin don’t offend me
Don’t get killed off in this bitch
I spit mills all in this shit
Boy it’s been 11 years of this shit
Look at me now still in this bitch
I stand tall no cant fall
You pussy ass niggas can’t touch it g
See me don’t speak ain’t nothin g
I’m in my zone nigga don’t fuck with me AYE

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Juicy J]
Juicy J stay in the club, me and all my niggas
All these bad bitches, all this free liquor
Surrounded by so many women one of these hoes might be your wife
She lookin for a nigga that’s ballin so tonite might be her night
You know me
I stay stuntin low key
I threw tuition at onyx
Flip money fast lil sonny rich nigga I speak Ebonics
Gotta new car I paid cash
Gotta new crib with a weed lab
Crisp bills I need that
Fuck your team where the freaks at
Hundred deep in VIP niggas always hatin
I came in with a bunch of goons and I’m leavin out with this lady
I got your boo in my Bugatti she bout to swallow my babies
My system loud my weed loud no hair clippers I’m faded TRIPPY

[Hook]

B.O.B feat. Hayley Williams, Eminem – Airplanes (Part II)

[Chorus: Hayley Williams]
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

[Bridge 1:]
Dreaming.
(Oh oh oh oh)
Of falling (mmm mmm mmm mmm)
Dreaming (ooh oh oh oh)
Of falling

[B.o.B:]
(Ya) Let’s pretend like it’s ’98
Like I’m eating lunch off of Styrofoam trays
Trying to be the next rapper coming out the A (A-town)
Hoping for a record deal to ignore my pain (ya)
Now let’s pretend like I’m on a stage
And when my beat drops everybody goes insane (woo)
Okay
And everybody know my name and everywhere I go people wanna hear me sing (oh)
Oh yeah and I just dropped my new album on the first week I did Five-Hundred Thousand (yes)
Gold in the spring and diamond in the fall and then a world tour just to top it all off (ah)
And let’s pretend like they called me the greatest selling out arenas with big ass stages (ow)
And everybody loved me and no one ever hated
Let’s try to use imagination

[Chorus]

Okay let’s pretend like this never happened (never)
Like I never had dreams of being a rapper (rapper)
Like I didn’t write raps up in all of my classes (classes)
Like I never used to run away into the blackness (now)
Now let’s pretend like it was all good (good) like I didn’t live staring in a notebook (notebook)
Like I did the things that I probably knew I should (should)
But I ain’t have neighbours that’s why they call it hood (hood yeah)
Now let’s pretend like I ain’t got a name (nah) before they ever call me BOB aka Bobby ray
I’m talking back before the mixtapes (yeah) before the videos and the deals and the fame (yeah)
Before the ever once compared me to Andre before I ever got on myspace (yeah)
Before they ever noticed my face so let’s just pretend and make wishes out of airplanes

[Chorus]

[Bridge 2:]
And it seems like yesterday (day) it was just a dream
But those days are gone (gone) they’re just memories
(Oh oh)
And it seems like yesterday it was just a dream
But those days are gone (gone)

[Eminem:]
Alright let’s pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen
Let’s pretend things would have been no different
Pretend he procrastinated had no motivation
Pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin they could blow away with the wind
Marshall, you’re never gonna make it makes no sense to play the game there ain’t no way that you’ll win
Pretend he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends
Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend
And it wasn’t time to move and schools weren’t changing again
He wasn’t socially awkward and just strange as a kid
He had a father and his mother wasn’t crazy as shit
And he never dreamed he could rip stadiums and just lazy as shit
Fuck a talent show in a gymnasium, bitch, you won’t amount to shit quit daydreaming kid
You need to get your cranium checked you thinking like an alien it just ain’t realistic
Now pretend they ain’t just make him angry with this shit and there was no one he could even aim when he’s pissed it
And his alarm went off to wake him off but he didn’t make it to the Rap Olympics
Slept through his plane and he missed it
He’s gon’ have a hard time explaining to Hailie and Lainie these food stamps and this WIC shit
Cause he never risked shit he hoped and he wished it but it didn’t fall in his lap so he ain’t even here
He pretends that

[Hayley Williams:]
Airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now

Uh hmm oh oh oh ooo
Uhu mm aalalalaa

B.O.B feat. Janelle Monae – The Kids

Drug boy steady shooting
Streets don’t give a damn
They’re filled with such pollution
The kids don’t stand a chance

We’re trapped inside the matrix
Forced to play our hand
We’re filled with so much hatred
The kids don’t stand a chance

I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand, the kids don’t stand a chance
I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand, the kids don’t stand a chance

Well, since I was planted at birth
I abandoned my own planet and I landed on earth
As a kid I never understood what I observed
Some of it was strange but most of it disturbed me
Always in detention for the lack of my attention
You could call it deficit, really I just didn’t listen
And I was always missin’
The teachers like, where is Bobby Simons?
But tryna get a record deal is all I can I remember
It’s funny ’cause looking back on the past
That I had all my days in the streets tryna prove that I was bad
I still elevated to the level that I’m at
Still elevated to the level that I’m at

We’re trapped inside the matrix
Forced to play our hand
We’re fill with so much hatred
The kids don’t stand a chance

I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand, the kids don’t stand a chance
I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand, the kids don’t stand a chance

[Janelle Monae:]
Sometimes it’s hard to grow
While living in fear of the unknown
How can he ever give love
When no love is in his heart?
A child can barely sleep at night
To worried bout tomorrow
And what it beholds,
He drowns of
Deep down in sorrows
Will you run or will you share your light
Tell a story or live in strife
See it when we’re given hope
That we know that we can grow

We’re trapped inside the matrix
Forced to play our hand
We’re fill with so much hatred
The kids don’t stand a chance

I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand, the kids don’t stand a chance
I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand, the kids don’t stand a chance

B.o.B feat. Bruno Mars – Nothin’ On You

[Chorus: Bruno Mars (B.o.B)]
Beautiful girls, all over the world
I could be chasin but my time would be wasted
They got nothin on YOOOOOOOOOU, baby
Nothin on YOOOOOOOOOU, baby
They might say hi, and I might say hey
But you shouldn’t worry, about what they say
’cause they got nothin on YOOOOOOOOOU, baby (Yeah…)
Nothin on YOOOOOOOOOU, baby
(Nuh-nuh-nuh-nothin on you babe, nuh-nothin on you)

[B.o.B - Verse 1]
I know you feel where I’m comin from (from)
Regardless of the things in my past that I’ve done (done)
Most of really was for the hell of the fun (the uh)
On the carousel, so around I spun (spun)
With no directions, just tryna get some (some)
Tryna chase skirts, livin in the summer sun (sun)
And so I lost more than I had ever won (Wha??)
And honestly, I ended up with none (Huh??)

[Bruno Mars - Pre-Chorus 1 (B.o.B)]
There’s no much nonsense, it’s on my conscience
I’m thinkin, “Maybe I should get it out”
And I don’t wanna sound redundant
But I was wonderin, if there was somethin that you wanna know
(Somethin that you wanna know)
But never mind that, we should let it go (we should let it go)
‘Cause we don’t wanna be a TV episode (TV episode)
And all the bad thoughts, just let ‘em go (go!)
Go (Go!) Go (Heeeeey~!)

[Chorus]
Beautiful girls, all over the world
I could be chasin but my time would be wasted
They got nothin on YOOOOOOOOOU, baby
(Nuh-nuh-nuh-nothin on you babe, nuh-nottin on you)
Nothin on YOOOOOOOOOU, baby
(Nuh-nuh-nuh-nothin on you babe, nuh-nothin on you)
They might say hi, and I might say hey
But you shouldn’t worry, about what they say
’cause they got nothin on YOOOOOOOOOU, baby
(Nuh-nuh-nuh-nothin on you babe, nuh-nothin on you)
Nothin on YOOOOOOOOOU, baby
(Nuh-nuh-nuh-nothin on you babe, nuh-nuttin on you)
Yeaaaaah

[B.o.B - Verse 2]
Hands down, there will never be another one (nope!)
I been around and I never seen another one (naaaah..)
Because your style ain’t really got nothin on
And you wild when you ain’t got nothin on (Ha ha!)
Baby you the whole package, plus you pay your taxes
And you keep it real while them other stay plastic
You’re my Wonder Woman call me Mr. Fantastic
Stop… — Now think about it

[Bruno Mars - Pre-Chorus 2 (B.o.B)]
I’ve been to London, I’ve been to Paris
Even way out there to Tokyo
Back home down in Georgia, to New Orleans
But you always steal the show (steal the show)
And just like that girl you got me froze (got me froze)
Like a Nintendo 64 (sixty-fo’)
If you never knew, well now you know (know!)
Know (Know!) Know (Heeeeey~!)

[Chorus]

[B.o.B - Verse 3]
Everywhere I go, I’m always hearin yo’ name (name, name, name, name…)
And no matter where I’m at, girl you make me wanna sing (sing, sing, sing, sing…)
Whether a bus or a plane (plane), or a car or a train (train)
No other girls in my brain, and you the one to blame

[Chorus]

[Outro - B.o.B]
Yeah, and that’s just how we do it
Heheheh, and I’ma let this ride
B.o.B and Bruno Mars

B.O.B feat. Chris Brown & T.I – Arena

[Hook: Chris Brown]
If anybody feeling fresh in the building
Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn I’m killing them, damn I’m killing them
I know they feeling me now
And if you too fresh in the building
Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
And say damn I’m killing them, damn I’m killing them
I know they feeling me now

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
And I’m still here with a lifestyle you would kill for
Still here with the same shoes that I had on from the get-go
Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia, for any of y’all that didn’t know
And I’m never that hard to find because 420 is my zip code
My back then couldn’t get dro, cause back then I was this broke
That’s why I got so many hustles, Bruh man from the fifth floor
What would you do in the middle of the winter
When the sun goes down and it gets cold?
Growin’ up in a house with no stove, no doors, no walls, no windows
And my brother was always fresher
I would go to school in his clothes, when I did go
So that’s why now this the type of life that I live for
Comin’ up as a youngin’, man some nights I would vomit
I would throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my stomach
Now I’m the shit, fix the plumbing
Feel with my y’all, I’m this close
Spent my whole life chasin’ chips, where’s Nabisco?
My past memories, I miss those
Hey, all I can say is you get what you wish for

[Hook]

[Verse 2: T.I.]
I’m fresh off my pit-stop, flow airtight with no Ziploc
Get shit pop when my shit drop, no hip-hop, this Tip hop
I’m back standin’ at the tip top where I belong, it won’t be long
‘Til you hear me on a B.o.B song, some chick gettin’ my skeet on
To touch the sole of my feet, G you gon’ have to get your reach on
I’m up all the way high, all the way fly on the ground and I’m off the radar
Bernie Madoff money, dawg got killers paid off with it all
I got the juice, could you place a call and we place a call to who place a call
Don’t get your part and not too hard, I disregard what you say
Back up the truck and pass the buck, here’s where I’m stoppin’ today
Got swag all on me, homie, can’t wipe it away we too ill, ill
That’s how we got arenas, domes and stadiums filled
How you feel?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
And I’m still here with a black whip full of strange clouds
And I’m still here with the same team, nigga stay down
Still here for the east side, ain’t a thing change but the bank account
Hands high when I come ’round cause I’m killin this shit nigga, hands down
And I go hard, my passport’s like a postcard
Give a fuck if I’m solo, I’ll go toe-to-toe with your whole squad
With the soul of a soldier but even still I don’t want no parts
And no niggas with no hearts, you cocksuckers need throat guards
I’m throwed off for the most part, a young dog with an old bark
Flow dumb, but I’m so smart, I compose art, call me Mozart
My nightlife’s like a soap opera with two chicks like it’s Noah’s ark
They got nice dresses with no bras with good bodies like “Oh God! ”
From a poor child to on top like a mohawk
But I always knew I’d go far like a gas truck with no park
So no applause, hold the applause
Just put your hand up if you know the song

[Hook x2]

B.o.B feat Bobby Ray – Where Are You

Whatever happened to Bobby Ray, he used to be here for us
Then he got famous and left all of his fans in the dust
We never hear from you, you’re constantly changing
And your relatives always miss you at family occasions
And your mother misses you too
Since all the fortune you’ve been too busy recording
Now she feels unimportant and your daddy’s been going through it
Since he lost his mother
The least you could do is call him and show him, you support him
I never thought you would sell out
You’re becoming so cocky
I asked you for a picture after your show
You walked right by me, I’m like
Ain’t this the dude that said that it ain’t about the price tag
Now on your records all that you do is brag
Come on Bob, I thought you was better than that dog
What happened to Cloud 9 and Generation Lost
You were my idol, just when I thought I give up on everything
I heard you play this familiar melody (melody, melody, melody…)

I heard you play this familiar melody (melody, melody, melody…)
(melody, melody, melody…)

Whatever happened to B.o.B. he once was my favourite
I swear to God that I had all of his mixtapes on my player
He was hood, but sooo different at the same time
It was like a breath of fresh air, everytime he rhymed
And everybody was on him and the world fell in love
The girls, the money, the lifestyle
All the above
I guess he’s stopped giving a fuck
For all of his little people
With your shades on, we can’t even see you
Is that what happens, when somebody makes it off of rapping
They taste the fame and change likes it just automatic
Where’s the integrity? you on that other shit
You don’t even sound the same, I liked your other shit
But we’ll stand beside you, cause somewhere deep inside you
There’s more than what meets the eye
I swear on the Bible you were my idol
Just when I thought I give up on everything
I heard you play this familiar melody (melody, melody, melody…)

I heard you play this familiar melody (melody, melody, melody…)
(melody, melody, melody…)

I watched my whole life change in a couple of years
Who woulda ever thought I woulda caught the world by the ears
I swear, this shit is so much bigger than I had figured
But if it wasn’t meant to be this wouldn’t be my career
It’s like, people only see it, the way it appears
But they never see the ropes and the pulleys and the gears
Blood sweat and tears, we cry but always swear there’s tears
In the middle of this rap game on the battle field
All of these shock jock interviews, tryna phone me
You never know who’s gonna play you and make you look phoney
I live and die for my team, these niggas are more than my homies
We put it all on the line, we gave up all our belongings for this rap shit
Cause at the end of the day, it ain’t just rap shit
I call it making a way for our survival
Just when I thought I gave up on everything
I dreamed about this familiar melody (melody, melody, melody…)

I dreamed about this familiar melody (melody, melody, melody…)
(melody, melody, melody…)
I dreamed about this familiar melody (melody, melody, melody…)

B.O.B feat. Big Kuntry & Mac Boney – No Where Near Close

“One, is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do” [3X]
Yeah… two! Two! Two! Two
“One, is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do”

[B.o.B]
Tell me, who don’t wanna be at the top of this?
The top of the game, that’s obvious
I’m like Superman in Metropolis
But you cain’t see me through binoculars
As I fly high over the populace
Tryin to find where the hell my childhood is
I cain’t even see it with my irises
The only thing that I see is the irony
Think about the past and the life I lived
All of the days and the nights I spent
in the bottomless pit called poverty
Locked in a room, don’t bother me!
So if you plan on stoppin me
you need more than your vitamins
The rap game ain’t a lottery
Go to school, get a scholarship
Cause you still gotta deal with the politics
How you gon’ not deal with it?
That’s like goin up inside of a brothel
and comin out remainin monogamous
It just don’t make a lot of sense
so I just stay positive
And if you ain’t where you tryin to get
then it’s a prison of the mind you in

“One, is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do” [4X]

[Big Kuntry]
You know who this is, mayyyyne
Big Kuntry Kainnng
Only one it’s only me, who gives a fuck ’bout 2 and 3?
You suckers been played out, like them damn Ferrari jeeps
I see you niggaz on the creep but y’all never next to me
Cain’t see you rock climbers when I’m on my mountain peak
Why peep? Open yo’ eyes – you see the cherry Mase’ right?
You see the streets, rollin with me, cause my notary certified
You a hundred deep, but they be respectin me when it’s only I
Green pie, back it up, tell Matty pass the mic
Know what I’m sayin I’m nasty right, my lyrics got me creamin dykes
I’m by myself when takin flight, and fuckin them girls that keep it tight
Redbox, is the movement, Tim, where’s they (Home Improvement)?
While you rappers keep on tryin, I’m #1 already proven

“One, is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do” [4X]

[Mac Boney]
What is the numero uno?
I dip and I slide in my two-do’
Deez niggaz be watchin while bitches be jockin
but Boney jack keep it so cool doe
I’m seein ‘em checkin my moves out
Be careful while keepin my tool down
They know that I’m reppin that A-Town
So why do these fuck niggaz play ’round?
I guess you can hate now – we straight
We got cake, we got bread, we got made clown
While you broke niggaz stayed down
I stayed up on my game and my business I’m paid now
I’m never gon’ lay down
We (Grand) and we (Royal) y’all niggaz just stand down
For yo’ homey be man down, we done ran down
Tyler bent on his ass now
I’m the head of my class now
So I’m never gon’ bet for these boys that stick hands out
I prefer to keep hands down
so I know who you are when I’m throwin my fans out
Why swing on my Denzel?
I’ve been ridin and swervin these niggaz since oh-fo’
But in one-oh, I drop one mo’
So these niggaz’ll know I’m the one hoe!

“One, is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do” [4X]