B.O.B – What Are We Doing

It’s been a long time coming
And the clock says a quarter to 4
I’m feeling like it’s now or never
And your bodies telling me it’s a go
So what are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
On a late night weekend showcase event
Kind of liked you at first but I noticed your friend
So I got my folks to approach both of them
And they both came over and we poured up some hen
And we ain’t say much, but we spoke
Cause you don’t have to speak when you know
Their eyes said to me, systems go
It’s about that time we should go
So allow me to flow as I propose a toast
To the good life on a good night we go
Grab a bottle and go tell her hold on
Yes a beautiful night
Colorful Kodak photo
But as soon as you went to the room I guess you froze
It’s been a long time coming
And the clock says a quarter to 4
I’m feeling like it’s now or never
And your bodies telling me it’s a go
So what are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
It’s the end of the week but the first of the month
When the moon gets full but the night is still young
With a crowd like this you don’t know where you’ll end up
So I just play cool, like the cubes in my cup
Huh, but then you came through tryin to body me up
And I didn’t know what you were thinking
But your eyes said enough
And everything we felt was obvious lust
Which I thought was kinda cool I ain’t gonna bluff
But look at the clock
It’s about the time that I duck outta of the door
No need to be in a rush
But later you can hit me up so you hit me up
Shoes at the door smoke in the air temperatures up
But I guess when the lights went out it froze you up
It’s been a long time coming
And the clock says a quarter to 4
I’m feeling like it’s now or never
And your bodies telling me it’s a go
So what are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?
What are we doing here?
What are we doing?

B.O.B – When You Gon Let Me

[Hook]
I know what’s on your mind
You’ve heard it all before
You probably hear the same question everywhere you go (they all be asking)
When you gon’ let me fuck? [x4]
There’s so much on your mind
You’ve been hurt before
You really can’t trust them cause they all just wanna know (they all be asking)
When you gon’ let me fuck? [x4]

[Verse 1: BoB]
You done been through this
You done been through that
Gave away your love
But did that come back? (no)
No it didn’t come back
No it didn’t come back
Always looking for another but they never really match
You trippin’ over your past
But I’m trippin’ off of that ass
Sayin’ niggas all the same
All they wanna do is smash it
Okay, you know, round and round we go
Fucking on the first night
No that don’t make you a ho

[Hook]

[Verse 2: BoB]
She about that life
When the time get right (uh)
But tonight she like
Boy you ain’t my type (whaat?)
Don’t get me confused
You with them other dudes
Yeah they talk a good game
But don’t live up to the height
So when you gon’ let me
Ride that thing like a jet ski?
Swim that thing like a motorboat?
Beat your pussy up like a [?]
Okay, you know, round and round we go
And I know we just met
But that don’t make you a ho

[Hook]

B.O.B – Starship Stobelite

{Hood rich bitch, B. Rich}
Ay B.o.B my nigga, you wanna take these niggaz out of the galaxy?
Some straight 2029 type shit?
C’mon man (M, L, K) let’s take a ride

[Chorus]
I’ma rock you out this world
Take you on a voyage, in my starship
(Yes in my starship!) In my starship
{Ha ha ha ha ha ha}
When the walls start tumblin down (tumblin down)
We can travel to the moon
and where the stars live (where the stars live baby)
In my starship (ha!) 32 billion light years away
Strobelite, two drinks in my hand
I’m feelin sooo, right, and my joint gon’ ride
You lookin sooo, tight, we’ll find out when I take off
yo’ clothes tonight, 32 billion light years away

Yes I’m quite an eccentric individual
Came from another dimension, I ain’t kiddin you
I, came in a starship vehicle
Sent on a mission to evolve yo’ serial
Player, so don’t sleep on me
It’s not my intention to sound like 3-thousand
but it’s so easy to see
that we probably just came from the same galaxy
Eh-heh! Shout out to all my aliens
We come in peace, it’s so evident
If she ain’t with it then ye just irrelevant
Light years away I’m better than Edison
or Jefferson’s ever been
I spit it out, you just digested it
Livin where the Jetsons live
I’m an extra-terrestrian

[Chorus]

Landed at the party, and I don’t know where to park at
Where do I keep my starship? 32 billion light years away
My style is amazin, with my Star Trek shades on
Where did I get my shades from? 32 billion light years away
I’m about to blow you away – please stand back
I’m about to blow this to space – like a Cadillac
Makin ‘em flip like an acrobat, stackin my cheese like a pack of rats
Where did I get the zoom Saturns at? 32 billion light years away

[Chorus]

[instrumental break]

[Chorus]

B.O.B – So Good

[Verse 1:]
Drinking a German beer with a Cuban cigar
In the middle of Paris with a Dominican bar
Great head on her shoulders, she probably studied abroad
She transferred to Harvard from King’s College in March
She says that I’m her favorite cause she admires the art
Michelangelo with the flow, Picasso with the bars
She’s well put together like a piece by Gershwin
Renaissance style, tonight is picture perfect
S-smile and pack your bags real good baby
Cause you’ll be gone for a while, while, while

[Hook:]
Girl tell me how you feel
What your fantasy, oh
I see us on a beach down in Mexico
You can put your feet up
Be my senorita
We ain’t gotta rush
Just take it slow
You’ll be in the high life
Soaking up the sunlight
Anything you want, it’s yours
I’ll have you living life like you should
You say you never had it so good
La la-la la-la la-laaa
You never had it so good
La la-la la-la la-laaa

[Verse 2:]
Suffering from first class cabin fever
Five hour layovers from Norway to Egypt
I’m to the point like the pyramids of Giza
Still lean to the left like the tower out in Pisa
I’m feeling single baby
I could use a feature
Swagger like Caesar, I’ll get you a visa
We can go to Italy, and maybe see the Coliseum
I’ll be Da Vinci if you’ll be my Mona Lisa
Smile and pack your bags real good baby
Cause you’ll be gone for a while

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Well I been feeling singular
How about let’s make it plural
Spin the globe, wherever it lands that’s where we’ll go
We’ll hit up Europe, yep, and spend some Euros
And maybe visit Berlin, the walls with the murals
This is your month baby, sign of the Virgo
Private reservations, glasses full of Merlot
A Rosé, a Burgundy, travel like turbo
Brush up on your Espanol
We’re Barcelona bound
Smile and pack your bags real good baby
Cause you’ll be gone for a while

[Hook]

[x3:]
La la-la la-la la-laaa
You never had it so good
La la-la la-la la-laaa

B.O.B – So Hard To Breathe

[Verse 1]
Since day 1 I said fuck the fame and everything it dealt
But the fame is really here just to facilitate the wealth
But the wealth attracts you haters like you mosquitoes to a well
And the waters getting deeper so I’m well set out to sail
Someone called my cell and left a voicemail
That said congratulations on the million record sales
As I’m flipping over furniture knocking shit off the shelf
I told myself I’ll never get too deep not to take a breathe
But I’m sinking

[Hook]
And it’s so hard to breathe, yeah
And even more so to sleep when no one cares
It was all I can eat
But now I’m sinking
So deep, I can’t come up for air

[Verse 2]
Yeah I’ve seen the valley of the shadow of death
I’ve seen the mountains, the wild childhood
Thats why I sing about it
I just try to move on and keep my peace about it
But come to think about it I can’t even count the days that I’ve spent, starving tryna find some decent housing
That’s why I’m always smiling but on this beat I seem so violent
So ask me ’bout the music scene and what the fuck I think about it
Time flies, I guess thats why I’m bugging
Just yesterday I was rapping with my brother and my cousin
If you had the stove or toaster on you couldn’t use the oven
We knew that we were struggling, we just acted like we wasn’t
It’s either make it rapping, if not that than hustlin’
So all I see is magazine covers in this game
You either surface or you plummet
It’s a thin line and I’m just tryna keep my head above it
Damn…

[Hook]
And it’s so hard to breathe
And even more so to sleep when no-one cares
It was all I can eat
But now I’m sinking, so deep, I can’t come up for air

[Bridge]
Air, I-I-I
I sink away, cause I sink away
I sink away
I sink away, I sink away
Get carried away, get carried away

[Hook]
And it’s so hard to breathe
And even more so to sleep when no-one cares
It was all I can eat
But now I’m sinking, so deep, I can’t come up for air

Damn, it’s never in the plans, but hey it’s a long way than beating pots and pans [x3]
But now I’m sinking, so deep, I can’t come up for air, air

B.O.B – Service With A Smile

M, L, K; he’s on deck now
The rich bitch, hood rich

What’s hood? [2X]
[DJ SCREAM] What’s happenin?

[Chorus 1]
Yes she’s got the spirit, I say I say I say
Yes she’s got the spirit, becau-because
she gave me service with a smile [3X]
She gave me service, talkin that dome that dome

{MAN.. RUN THAT SHIT BACK}

[DJ Scream]
Shouts out to TJ Chapman
Shouts out to B. Rich (yo man, what’s hood?)
Shay T and Dolla DP whattup?
Shouts to Clint!

[Chorus 1]

[DJ Scream - talking over Chorus 1]
Shouts to homey T.I.P.
All ground scheme {DJ SCREAM}

[Chorus 2]
Yeah she got that holy ghost (aw man) that holy ghost (down)
She got that holy ghost (aw man) that holy ghost (down)
She got that holy ghost (aw man) that holy ghost (down)
She got that holy ghost (aw man) that holy ghost (down)

["HOOD RICH" echoes]

[B.o.B]
Man, look at that baby right there (whassup?)
She just a swingin her hair (whassup?)
She playin games no fair (hey now)
I throw it at bone, dat bone (fo’sho!)
No I ain’t playin no games (hell naw)
I just be spittin that slang (oh yeah)
Some of you may call it game
cause I’m here to use her brain
She’s so delightful and nice now
Plus she does it so politely
She knows she better not bite me
I tell her come over right now
Cause I want some of that fire
Don’t make a nigga have to fight ya
And I pull my pipe out
And she smile and slide down

[Interlude]
I want a milkshake with that, and head is on the side
I heard you’re not like them others, I heard you got that vibe
I want a milkshake with that (service) and head is on the side
(Service service) service with a smile
She gave me service with a smile

[Chorus 1 + Chorus 2]

[B.o.B]
Girl I’m comin over
So we can blow an O (fo’sho)
And if you ain’t gon’ serve
then I’m goin home (goodbye!)
No I ain’t no monster
I just like some dome (c’mon)
It’s healthy for your jawbones
They’ll be nice and strong
Let’s skip the chitchat
and let’s get back to the room baby
And feel on my six pack
while I dig that in your womb baby
And now you’re screamin hold back
and mo’ and mo’ and mo’ back
It’s kind of like a Kodak
moment when you throw back

[Interlude + Chorus 1 + Chorus 2]

B.O.B – So Blowed

I said I’m ready for the weekend
So you know what it is
Little love but it’s seasoned
We gon roll up again

I wanna get high, so blowed tonight
I wanna get high, so blowed tonight
So hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh
So hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

Chillin in the backseat
Everything loud
We walkin the door and they reachin forward, they can’t ignore
Sparkles on the bottles, girls going wild
A night like this won’t end so fast, I could

I wanna get high, so blowed tonight
I wanna get high, so blowed tonight
So hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh
So hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

Buckle your seatbelts, enjoy the ride
This is a mission for the missin, information’s advised
Ladies, come with me and then take it easy
Here’s a bleezy for you and your friend, I light it up
All I know is that we bout to get blowed
You’da sit knack back
Now baby girl let’s roll, I let my mind go with the whirl
But then blaze up the change up
The game up, raise up
Finaleave minor league, now I’m living major
Sittin on smoke alarms like the sky pager, Ali and Fraser
Smoke rains appear, the king is here
Power to the people

III wanna get high, so blowed tonight
I wanna get high, so blowed tonight
So hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh
So hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh

I wanna get high
So blowed
I wanna get high
So blowed, so blowed, so blowed, so blowed
So blowed
I wanna get high
So blowed
So hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh
So hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh
Hiiiiiiiiiiigh
Hiiiiiiiiiiigh

B.O.B – Say What You Want

[Michael Jackson]
“Say, say, say, what you want
But don’t, play, games…” {FURY}

[B.o.B - with Michael Jackson sample in background]
Go right ahead, say whatever you want, please
That’s it? Go ahead, I’m here all day
[yawning] Ahhh
Yup! Ha ha, yup, well

[B.o.B.]
Say what you like, but I just, take a little knife, and then I
make a little slice, and then I, take a little bite, yum!
So miss me with all that doubt, what they all talkin about?
Talkin ’bout I ain’t dope? What the hell are y’all bloggin about?
I’m the authority now, and I’m the priority now
So if you ain’t on my side, might as well just throw in ya towel
Oh how cocky of me! To speak so highly of me
They say I’m crazy now; I guess I’ll hire a shrink
And this is just how I feel – why would I lie on a beat?
But y’all be sleepin on me, so I guess y’all (lie) on the beat
Heh! Well that went over yo’ head
And I’m B.o.B a/k/a Bobby Ray so don’t you ever forget, yeah

“Say, say, say, what you want” [4X]

[Playboy Tre]
Yeahhhh
It’s Playboy Tre bitch I’m back, once again where the fuck we at?
Standin strong and you can run and tell them sucka niggaz that
Gimme my Henn’, gimme my cup, play my beat and leave me ‘lone
And you can bet, I’ma bring that fuckin trophy back home
Yellin hoo-ray, hoo-rah; either way I want my moolah
like it’s payday, and I ain’t leavin the game until I say say
It’s (Tre Day), I fuck Deltas to the AKA’s
to ghetto ass hoes who name they bad-ass son Tay-Tay
Ray-Ray, and Day-Day, I’m bustin like a AK
Fuck around and find yo’ ass in a motherfuckin melee
So say what you will nigga, you can talk it, or blog it
Like diarrhea to toilet stools, I ain’t comin off it – naw!

“Say, say, say, what you want” [4X]

[Killer Mike]
Westside O.G. everybody know he can not be held back
It’s Killer Kill from the ‘ville don’t mess don’t chill
Been buckin since that crack
Fat boy, fly boy, fly boy, fat boy
Know these hatin ass niggaz hate that
I prevail in spite of Hell and now I’m boss hoggin in a ‘llac
Actually, it’s a Benz my friend; I just rhymed this shit for a rap
And – actually I got businesses; I ain’t really gotta motherfuckin rap
I’m talkin barbershops and corner sto’, independent label GTO
‘Bout to open a studio, bet’cha y’all’ll love me then
Get yo’ ass a record deal and buy yo’ fonky publishin
Say what you like, but don’t fuck with Mike
I’m a lot of J Prince and a little Suge Knight
I’m throwed in the game like a basketball
I’m a big dawg, you’re a flea on my balls
What you say don’t pay so sincerely I say
motherfuck yo’ mommas and alla y’all!

Yeah lil’ bruh, y’knahmsayin?
This the big dawg right here, man it’s ya big dawg
Mike Bigga is bigga y’know?
Known as Killer Kill from the ‘ville
I just wanna say lil’ bruh man
I’m proud of you lil’ bruh
Y’knahmsayin, with “Who is B.o.B?”
And now you sayin man it’s Bobby Ray
I respect it bruh!
No I respect it like
when Muhammad Ali came out of Cassius Clay man
So I’m happy to meet Bobby Ray lil’ bruh
And let me tell you somethin lil’ bruh
ANY HATER man, any hater, that come up against you bruh
He don’t wanna see the crystal
He don’t love the ‘coustic guitar
He want you to AutoTune
Tell him to suck TEN THOUSAND WEE-WEE man
And big bruh said that man!
Knahmsayin? Tell him to play booty hole games
at the motherfuckin… at at
Tell him to play at the at at at
as the bulldog do, y’knahmean? But
Don’t play with Bobby Ray man I’m fuckin with ya hard man
Grind Time rap game bang bang bang man
Um he dope cause I said so, holla at me
Westside O.G., everybody know me, fo’real!

B.O.B – Ray Bands

[Hook]
She wanna pop bottles and chill with all the folk
Hang with all the models and all the centerfolds
Showin’ off her body, now watch her strike a pose
Tryin’ to get beside me so she can get a hold
Of them ole Bobby Ray Bands
She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands
Bobby Ray Bands
She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands
She want them Ray Bands, Bobby Ray Bands

[Verse 1]
She wants them Ray Bands cause them bands are gorgeous
She looking for a sponsor and I ain’t talking corporate
She after that endorsement
Ever since she saw me on the Forbes list
She be getting zero’s from heroes
They’re Zorros with horses
Like Mustangs and Porsches imported from Japan
She from Atlanta but she on that Cali strand
That’s that overseas money, call ‘em Taliban
Yeah she WMD, all year, spring to winter
So pencil her in for breakfast, brunch, lunch, and dinner
Ain’t no incidentals
She want them bands like a freelance parade (All day)
Compliments of Bobby Ray

[Hook]
She wanna pop bottles and chill with all the folk
Hang with all the models and all the centerfolds
Showin’ off her body, now watch her strike a pose
Tryin’ to get beside me so she can get a hold
Of them ole Bobby Ray Bands
She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands
Bobby Ray Bands
She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands
She want them Ray Bands, Bobby Ray Bands

[Verse 2]
Look, she want them Ray Bands, them Ray Bands, that coin
Gourmet top-house sirloin, courtesy of ya boy
She she she she think I owe her, Des Moines
Quite being annoying, do something useful and roll a joint
You see business over bullshit’s my company policy
And my team’s going green and I ain’t talking ’bout pottery
You tryin’ to hit the party, she tryin’ to hit the lottery
And if they watchin’ girl, your grandfather clockin’ it
I don’t pop bottles, I got pop dollars
After Strange Clouds, I’ma drop my rock album
Violent bravado, call me Bobby Bravo
Every play is crucial, yeah that’s my motto

[Break]
Said wassup, yeah we do this all the time
Where the real freaks who wanna have a good night?
If ya feel that, let it go it’s alright
The music got you movin’ and you’re losin’ your mind
So let me know if it’s alright
I just wanna know, who’s tryna have a good time
So why don’t you let go, let go
You’re losing control
The music got you movin’ and you’re losing your mind

[Hook]
She wanna pop bottles and chill with all the folk
Hang with all the models and all the centerfolds
Showin’ off her body, now watch her strike a pose
Tryin’ to get beside me so she can get a hold
Of them ole Bobby Ray Bands
She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands
Bobby Ray Bands
She want them Ray Bands, she want them Ray Bands
Bobby Ray Bands, Bobby Ray Bands

B.O.B – Play The Guitar

B.o.B play the guitar!
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
B.o.B. play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar

[B.o.B]
Well it’s B.o.B, flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I’m dressed for a eulogy
My outfit’s retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I’ll probably need to after school tutor it
Ballin’ on beats got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill where the cooler is
Dr J flow, you can call me Julius
Y’all take shots, I direct, movie shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball ‘em up
Niggas startin’ conversations just so they can talk us up
If you ain’t runnin’ shit you can’t even fuck with us
Still I’m chill blunt wider than a coffee cup
You know it’s B.o, I do this for the people
Stackin’ c-notes, pockets on Cee-Lo
Uhm, I’m killin’ ‘em mama, I’m talkin’ hockey mask
I do it to death, swag on body bag
This beat is out of here, it’s gone
Farewell, so long, so long
I’m sayonara, the way I’m gone
So far away there ain’t no signal on my phone
Cause I’m a star, so when I hit the bar it’s like Cheers
Everybody knows who you are
Who would’ve thought I would’ve took it this far
Play the guitar

[Chorus]
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
(3000) Play the guitar (3000) play the guitar
(3000) Play the guitar

[Andre 3000]
Man, I keep havin’ this re-occurring image where I’m
Standing on top of Church’s Chicken playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B with this strange cigar
He’s standing on top of Dunkin Donuts, it’s like he own it
We at the corner of give it to ‘em and they don’t want it
We out somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawnin’
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don’t know about black pearls, but I will show them
“Why the world sleepin’ on black girls?” Hey I don’t know, man
Silverback Stacks, jumpin’ out the jungle
Blowin’ tiger stripe bubbles with “Go To Hell” bubblegum
When I was younger space shuttle got hung in front of everyone
And grandmum tells me to stay humble but do not un-der-stand
When they leave mumbles to make ‘em throw up they arms and hands
Now stumble and they will know I put on my pants
One leg at a time, like they do pay us no mind
But everybody look at why we do it, it takes us more time
Excuse me if I’m no exhibitionist accordin’ to the internet
3000 got a big old dic-tionary full of words
He must know how to use ‘em
It also says I play the violin and that ain’t true but
You give me six strings and a pick
And I will make a guitar talk, why, I ain’t gotta say shit
And I encourage any child to pick up some instrument
Cuz if you’re mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time you’re done
You will finally realize that they meant you no harm
They was tryin’ to save your crazy ass from what’s to come
3000 muthafucka Mr Tell-Me-Somethin’

My partner say I should practice more, I know
They be saying I sound like I’m out of tune
I ask them, do you cry in tune nigga? do you laugh in tune?

[Chorus]
(3000) Play the guitar, (3000) play the guitar, (3000) play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
B.o.B Play the guitar B.o.B play the guitar
B.o.B Play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
B.o.B Play the guitar (3000) play the guitar
B.o.B Play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar

B.O.B – Pop

Pop pop pop, pop pop pop, pop pop pop, pop pop pop pop
What she like to do?
Pop pop pop, pop pop pop, pop pop pop, pop pop pop pop
A-heh, ah-hah!

[Chorus]
She likes to pop
Pop [8X] What-what-what-what-what she like to do?
She likes to pop
Pop [8X] W-w-w-w-w-w-what she like to do?
She likes to pop
Pop [8X] What-what-what-what-what she like to do?
She likes to pop
Pop [8X] W-w-w-w-w-w-what she like to do? She likes to pop!

{M.. L.. K} A-heh, ah-hah!

[B.o.B]
Well they don’t like this here young fella
Haters jealous cause they ain’t quite on my level
Their game’s under-developed
So girl can I get under your umbrella?
What’cha boy made for? You’re a hater dude
I gotta go and get the paper, see you later dude
Gotta keep it fresh, like refrigerator food
Catch me ridin ’round in Decatur with a date or two
Hah! They call me Bob-o-latty
I got mo’ head than I got body
On (Green Giant) ’til we all get (Jolly)
but don’t ask me where the ‘dro at, I don’t got it
That girl got a karate body
A big butt and she can’t hide it
It’s highly likely that she might be ’bout it
So don’t be stingy girl, just pro-vide it

[Chorus]

[B.o.B]
A-heh, ah-hah! A triple stack all in her hands
She say she like the way it make her dance, when she (pop)
She snuck in without her friends
and they all in the V.I.P. with no bands
Fo’ think that they part of the crew
cause they all backstage like they came with the band
Well baby girl that’s cool, but when we dip out
you gon’ have to get down and dance!

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Come, come take a ride
Let the Eastside come to the rides y’all
Come take a ride
Let the Eastside come to the rides y’all
Come take a ride
Let the Eastside come to the rides y’all
Just take a ride
Let the Eastside come to the rides y’all

[B.o.B]
Posin in my super stance
These girls wanna come undo my pants (pop)
I make “Computer Love”
cause these girls make my computer fuck her
I’m back again
Just to show this ain’t no accident (pop)
A-B, C-D’s
Freaks all on E-E

[Chorus - change last line to "Let the Eastside come to the ride"]

B.O.B – Rack City (Freestyle)

Yeah! I’m from that city up, that, that city
Put the cater on my back, got the whole math with me.
This Cush came from Canada, call it immigration
It’s way too loud, we gonna need proper ventilation
True ladies, pretty symmetries
And I gave them both an A plus for precipitation
Back it up for Bobby, pack…
If I was a… she be on my channel
What’s up with that tone, girl?
What’s up with that demo?
You won’t .. so I hit her with that emo
Yes, I am n animal, I will kill a…
Clubs is all around me, all I see is vultures
That is for the… and I’m a… anthologist
But I got a ..
All the.. pointed in the right direction
Dots, I just gave it a line for you to connect them.
No salary.. no roof, no…
I can do this on my sleep, ever dreamed…
I roll up on your poser, the CD is my coaster
…take a shower with a toaster.
Life like a movie, wasted like Gucci
Ain’t no white girl, but she gimmy that Suzy
That.. Kelly at once
..the gestures, just out in the bush
World cup bottles, trophies on the front
I roll up a bet, I can bat with my blunt.

B.O.B – No Where Near Close

Without any care (Without any care) [echo]
I’m no where close at all (No where close at all) [echo]
I’m so out there (I’m so out there) [echo]
Outside the ceilings and the walls (Ceilings and the walls) [echo]

Strange clouds (Strange clouds) [echo]
A million mountains tall (A million mountains tall) [echo]
I’m so out there (I’m so out there) [echo]
I’m no where close at all (No where close at all) [echo]

B.O.B – Outro

Okay people, mm mmm mmm
This has been a great excellent mixtape
And if you still… y’know quite frankly
If you’re at this point in the mixtape
and you still don’t know who I am
Y’know if-if you’re on the road drivin, just continue drivin
And if you see a red light, just bypass THAT motherfucker
and just keep goin; hopefully
an eighteen wheeler truck will collide with your car
killing yourself, so you don’t have to
Because YO’ dumb ass has been listenin to this mixtape
All 20 30 some odd tracks, and you STILL don’t know who the fuck I am
C’MON MAN! C’mon – what do I do this for? Y’know
Anyway; enough of the bullshit, y’know
And if my cussing is offending you
I am (VERY) fucking apologetic for it
I’m sorry, that’s just how I gotta roll, y’know
I, I try not to cuss, y’know I try to keep it clean
But this, this right here, this “Who The Fuck Is B.o.B” mixtape?
It ain’t for that! It ain’t for the crowd who don’t wanna hear me cuss
I’m sorry, y’know, so FUCK OFF, okay?
Take this CD out, toss it out the window
Hopefully the nigga in the eighteen wheeler truck who hit you
will catch it, and put it in, and he’ll enjoy it, y’know?
So anyway, check out the MySpace page
MySpace dot come slash B.o.B ATL
You can download the mixtapes for free
You can check out all the music I’m doin
Check out “Generation Lost,” please please check it out
Or you can go to the website
W-W-W dot B-O-B-A-T-L dot com
Y’KNOW?! Be on the lookout for the album
PEOPLE, I-I don’t really have a lot of time
[keys rattle] I gotta go, I gotta get the fuck outta here
What time is it? God damn it
AHH! This B-O-B, BOBBY RAY, HEAR DEM GO!

B.O.B – Play For Keeps

How much must I repeat?
We only play for keeps
No time-outs, no free throws
No refs, no penalties
No handouts, no pit stops
No cheat codes, no sleep
But the drinks are on us
If you with it then pull up a seat

When you’re roaming through the jungle
Talk is nothing, talk is cheap
Time is money, money is power
Power corrupts eventually, damn
So what are the options?
What are the choices left for me?
What other rule there’s left to break
I guess my faith is a quest for me
Man got a dog and ain’t got no leash
Man got a crib, it ain’t got no lease
Man got a flow that got no brain
But I still get brain, no hands, no teeth
Nowadays, niggas the killas on the beat
But where I was raised all of the killas was down the street
Better do your research
Feeling like I fell out of the sky and landed feet first
My squad go hard, my squad go concrete, watch my team work
Hell yea, you can tell that, the boy fend to it cause I took my seat first
3 course meal, full entrée, refills and I want my dessert
So why not make a toast? Tomorrow could always be worst
Now keep them bottles coming by the kiloliter
And get that Ana off your chest, try to keep a clean shirt
I’m so grand hustle, you ain’t even in my league sir
What’s up with these nerds?
They be out here, gettin’ their salad’s tossed, gettin’ their leaves turned
The game just ain’t what it used to be, the quality is blurred
But a dying breed survived and a dynasty emerged
So put it in the air if you entirely concur
She call me hippie cause I live without any concern
Up on this green earth, I’m on them green herbs
Yea yea yea, I stay in them trees like the keblers
And they say that I look higher in person
As a kid I played in the yard, but now I’m astro turfing
I lived the actual version of the fantasies they utter
Made up stories of threesomes, they must just be seeing double
Run for cover, here comes trouble
My heart is growing cold so I gotta sleep with warmer covers
Polar bear pimpin’, solar flare spittin’
Somebody tell ‘em that this is professional stuntin’ and don’t attempt it
Society is twisted, they tryna take us under
So when you see them folks, don’t forget to warn a brother
I made it out alive but still the battle is a struggle
Veni, vidi, vici, I came, I saw, I conquered
They mad cause I murdered the game
And their name wasn’t in the will
You see, most of these haters are mad rappers who’s just still waiting on a deal
And they jealous of my success cause my shoes cost more than their bill
But I’ll never sit down at another table unless I’m invited to the meal
To some it’s like conquering mountains, to me it’s like stepping on hills
Remember the images in your mirror can be bigger than they appear
And the truth can be hard to swallow, depending the size of the pill
And by the looks it’s about the time that you had your prescription filled
My life, full-length feature presentation
There are no intermissions, no time for commercial breaking
A fighter in his prime, a legend in the making
There’s no debating when you let your numbers make the statement

How much must I repeat?
We only play for keeps
No time-outs, no free throws
No refs, no penalties
No handouts, no pit stops
No cheat codes, no sleep
But the drinks are on us
If you with it then pull up a seat

B.O.B – Never Let You Go

They can take these clothes off my back
They can take my money
Don’t care about that
Let ‘em take my words
They’re all I’ve got
They can have this fame
It ain’t worth a lot
Only thing I know is I’ll never let you go

As she takes the stand
By the look in her eyes I can tell that’s she knows
That she’s holding the fate of my world in her hands, damn
Fo’ real
This was never the plan
It was never intended for her to end up the defendant
And I guess it just happened by chance, damn
And you hope
You hopin’ that a miracle happens
You pray that the Judge doesn’t bang that gavel
So you can go back and avoid a disaster
And you could still be holding her hand
Like the last note of the saddest song
We’re like the last word at the end of the poem
You know, there’s nothing worse than being alone
It’s funny how you never know what you got ‘til it’s gone

They can take these clothes off my back
They can take my money
Don’t care about that (no)
Let ‘em take my words (take my words)
It’s all I’ve got
They can have this fame
It ain’t worth a lot
Only thing I know is I’ll never let you go

Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go
Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go
Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go (go)
Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go

What’s the one thing in this life that you live for?
Who do you know in the world you would die for? (yeah)
Who would lie for? (yeah)
Who if they committed a crime you would stop on a dime and do time for? (ha)
Cuz it was me she would ride for (ride for)
And that was her that I cried for (cried for)
Now I’d give it all away to get her back
Cuz she ain’t free, no, this ain’t no July 4th
Yea, no, it don’t sound logical (huh)
But there’s some things in this life that you gotta do (god)
Brother, one thing in this world that got to you (yeah)
I’d let it all go but I ain’t dropping you

They can take these clothes off my back (clothes)
They can take my money
Don’t care about that (that)
Let ‘em take my words
It’s all I’ve got (It’s all I’ve got)
They can have this fame
It ain’t worth a lot
Only thing I know is I’ll never let you go

Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go
Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go
Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go (go)
Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go

It might be wrong or it might be right
But there’s no looking back and we won’t sleep tonight
We’re living while we’re young and this is worth the fight
Even if I lost it all

They can take these clothes off my back (clothes)
They can take my money
Don’t care about that (that)
Let ‘em take my words
It’s all I’ve got (It’s all I’ve got)
They can have this fame
It ain’t worth a lot
Only thing I know is I’ll never let you go

Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go
Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go
Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go (go)
Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go
Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go
Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go
Won’t let you go
No, never gonna let you go
Won’t let you go
Never gonna let you go

B.O.B – Ms. Professional

You so professional
With yo 9 to 5
Try to make some revenue
Standing five foot five
Looking straight incredible
But the guys will be lying
Really they just scared of you
So girl I am telling you

Well give it to me right now
I could use your soul
And we can do it right now
Like we are all alone
And now you wait to do
The things we’re made to do
What we’re made to do we ain’t ashamed
So girl give it to me right now
You’re just like a pro

You know I am watching whenever you are on clock
I hope you’ll never take a break I hope you won’t stop
Imaginations of me on the bottom, you on top
Every single time you break it down you get them
Every time you dress you bless them
You fresh to death them
I guess I have to resurrect them think of all your killing
Cooler than a cucumber two thumbs up
With the high heels and your suit on yes you do you know

You’re so professional
With your 9 to 5
Try to make some revenue
Standing five for five
Looking straight incredible
But the guys will be lying
Really they just scared of you
But girl I am telling you

Well give it to me right now
I could use your soul
And we can do it right now
Like we are all alone
And now you wait to do the things we’re made to do
What we’re made to do we ain’t ashamed
So girl give it to me right now
You’re just like a pro

You’re doing it doing it
You know just what to do with that thing
You know just what to do with it do with it
You know just what to do with it that thing
You know
I like the way you move it move it
I like the way you move it with that thing
I like the way you move it move it
You’re just like a pro

OK if I had a guess
I can tell by the way you type
By the way you dress
I can tell by the way you neatly stack them papers across that desk
If you ever get a guy like me
You will be better if you ever get [?]
Light on now bring your waist to the edge of the bed
I heard your accent that you are scratching [?] my name
That is it you know what I like
A business woman by day
Roxy Reynolds by night

But you’re so professional
With your 9 to 5
Try to make some revenue
Standing five for five
Looking straight incredible
But the guys will be lying
Really they just scared of you
That’s why I am telling

Well give it to me right now
I could use your soul
And we can do it right now
Like we are all alone
And now you wait to do
The things we’re made to do
What we’re made to do we ain’t ashamed
So girl give it to me right now
You’re just like a pro

I like the way you move it, move it
I like the way you move it with that thing

I like the way you move it move it
I like the way you move it with that thing

Well give it to me right now
I could use your soul
And we can do it right now
Like we are all alone
And now you wait to do
The things we’re made to do
What we’re made to do we ain’t ashamed
So girl give it to me right now
You’re just like a pro

B.O.B – Nigger

[B.o.B]
Dis shit, DEFINITELY ain’t never gon’ get released
Ha ha ha ha! Fuck it {DJ SCREAM}

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I’m just a nigger, just a nigger
That’s what I am, that’s what I am (that’s what I am)
I’m just a nigger, a fucking nigger
Ask Uncle Sam, ask Uncle Sam

{DJ SCREAM!}

[talking over second Chorus]
Oh my God! Is he serious?
Is he really singing this shit? Ha ha
Turn it off man!
He’s saying the N word {M, L, K}

[B.o.B]
C’mon Bob, you can’t say that! (C’mon)
Cause all the blacks’ll get mad man, take it back (take it back)
You can say it every now and then in a rap (whassup my nigga?)
But even Amy Winehouse is goin “Back to Black” (ah-hah!)
See while every race is laughin at it
all the blacks is sittin ’round gettin mad at it (what should we do?)
Can white people say it? Uhh, they can have it
But see, I just got drunk and took a stab at it
See, everybody’s awkward while I’m singin this
But, the truth is, everybody’s thinkin this (damn right)
And if this song ever leaks on the internet
They’ll be like, “Bob’s actin real niggerish!” (Nigger!)

[Outro]
Ah ha! Ay man, you you really shouldn’ta done this song dawg
You shoulda done left that shit alone
Black people don’t like when you be talkin ’bout nigger dawg
You need to just quit sayin that shit
because if we quit sayin that shit, then, then
all black people will uh uh unite and get better
Yeah that what we need to do, we need to ban the N word
And when we ban the N word, everything gon’ get better
Y’knahmsayin? So like you need to quit talkin ’bout that shit man
It really ain’t cool
Everybody’s really just lookin at you like a asshole
Y’knahmsayin? You-you shouldn’ta even done this shit man!
Why you doin this shit man? This shit ain’t cool!
Niggaz don’t fuck with this shit man!
Tu-turn this song, man turn this shit off

B.O.B – I Am The Man

I am the man, I am the man, am the man

[Chorus]
I am the man, I am the man, am the man [4X]

[B.o.B]
Geah; up in this booth, so let me introduce
myself to all the haters that debate on what I do
Yeah, they in my face but I fade away and shoot
I – beat up the basket that’s the way I do
Yuh! Just like a bottle of vodka, I’m Absolut
The proof is in the product, I’m hotter, and that’s the truth
I squish the competition with the bottom of my shoe
But competition is none, so what am I to do?
And I was worth it, yeah – since they birthed me
But now I’ve murdered these verses put ‘em in hearses
I, ate all the food on my plate but I am thirsty
From open mics, the flashing lights, I learned it
And what I learned is the game ain’t for certain
So I live my life, I ain’t worried
while I fly my high behind curtains

[Chorus]

[OJ Da Juiceman]
Down South hustlin, came up from nothin
Trap in the apartment, with a controlled substance
Livin with my momma, ’til I got busted
Down on my dick, maybe start back hustlin
Moto’ crack workin, so I’m bailin money
Sick cell phone, distributin to the junkies
McDonald trap got me gettin to the money
Turn the warm water then I count up the hundreds
Murder by trap, hand it down for the zombie
One trap car and it was mainly for the junkie
Been a damn man ever since I was a young’n
Blue color chain like it came from Yonkers
Candy colored jewelry like my name was Willy Wonka
Came to the club, truck tall like a Tonka

[Chorus]

[Bun B]
I, am the man, makin jumbo
Keep the game hot like a big pot of gumbo
Do dumb shit, but don’t be thinkin that I’m dum, bro
Watch what you say, I hear it all like I’m Dumbo
You say you wanna rumble? Is your dumb hoe?
Toe to toe you’re bound to stutter or stumble
Take your tough talk down to a mumble
It ain’t goin down in my house, like Mutumbo
But it’s definitely an honor
to light your scaff’ up for the money like I’m a brawner
brother, brother I consider it a pleasure
to break you down to minimum measure, just for the leasure
(The leasure?) Oh shit, my bad, I mean the leisure
Forgot who I was talkin to like I got amnesia
Damn, back on the track again, the mack is back again
Get the word out to them boys and tell ‘em pack it in

[Chorus]

B.O.B – Fucked Up

I’ve lost control
And I’ve lost my soul
I stand so cold
Cause I’ve lost control!

[Chorus:]
Is that’s why you think I’m cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that’s why you think I’m cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that why?
Is that why?
Is that’s why you think I’m cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?

Way too fucked up obviously
But hey,that’s what just happens when the bottles are free
Prestige like an older man
I’m laid up in the sweet like solomon
You all just following.
I’m half way across the world, it just occurred to me
I look down, wallet full of foreign currency
Table full of shots, that’s courtesy
Broke niggers fake balling, that’s perjury.
I do my thing certainly
One black, one Asian, diversity
I got a girl, she got a girl, we doing both concurrently
I wanna see ‘em lips move, and I ain’t talking verbally!
I’m at the peak, man
I’m hong kong high! you wanna see me falling, I don’t know why
I’m getting wasted at the Hong kong spot
And the room keeps spinning, but I don’t know why.

[Chorus:]
Is that’s why you think I’m cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that’s why you think I’m cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that’s why you think I’m cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that’s why you think I’m cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?

First class on my ass, don’t know how to act
Tell a broad with a big rack bring a shot of jack
I need a lot of that, i should wear a party hat
I can’t see you fuck boys,call it Cataracs
Hong Kong, nice girls, interracial speaking
Goose with the hen, call interracial drinking
Living life, stocks soaring, make her pour it
Hit a freak on one leg call her Captain Morgan
Y’all all haters, while we all in
Ye ain’t heard we the truth where’ve y’all been?
Baby take them clothes off, i need all skin
And don’t be stingy with that stuff, cause we all friends!
Tell me some freaking,
I kiss my home girl, we’re out of here Tre,boy in my own world!
Call it Planet Hangover no fat Jesus
Yours truly, Mr. pot belly, good evening!

[Chorus:]
Is that’s why you think I’m cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that’s why you think I’m cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that’s why you think I’m cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?
Is that’s why you think I’m cool,
Because I get fucked up, fucked up?