mixtape: E.P.I.C. (Every Play Is Crucial) (2011)

• Epic
• Wrong
• Guest List
• What Are We Doing
• Perfect Symetry
• New York New York (from "Crysis 2" soundtrack)
• Boom Bap
• Welcome To The Jungle
• 5 On The Kush
• How Bout Dat
• Things Get Worse
• Fucked Up
• Strange Clouds
• Friday Night Star
• High 

Epic lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Playboy Tre & Meek Mill)

[B.o.B:]

You know who it is without a doubt or hesitation

If money talks I got my masters in communications

But you can't hold a conversation

Probably find me burning something good you can call that smoking aces

Compliment the chef in the lab making greatness

Ain't a thing changed but the number on the statement

NBA resume, baller's my occupation

Kush so loud I can't hear what was you saying

Bass go so low that the freaks in the backseat

Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they ass cheeks

I'm Bobby Ray baby an all american athlete

I run and leap and jump in that pussy like a track meet

Yeah that oughta do it

Give it that Carl Lewis, ha

I got the magic baby call me George Lucas

I'm so prolific but the flow's so foolish

These niggas making moves, my niggas making movies, wait

[Playboy Tre:]

Wild like a crazy mic

Clean like a baby wipe

Y'all just a momma boy sleeping with a baby light

My ex say I'm a dick cause my mind frank cocky

Up in Beninhan', drunk as fuck, drinking all the sake

Damn right I want a double fried rice

I'm getting bread I put my dick up in your face

Your face'll look like Stewies head

Girls call me Tre day

I'm looking for pay day

My squad's got more bottle poppin' niggas than the AA

Liquor and wheelbarrow, foolish as Will Ferrell

But I ain't got a step brother, I fuck your step mother

I cussed cause I like it bitch

Fuck hoe mutherfucker

You mad cause I'm balling, life is a mutherfcker

Shawtys and leprichauns so hate or live life a little

New shit dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental"

Til then stay tuned freak, and thanks for the hot gin

It's tre, my flow won't quit til I say it ends

[B.o.B:]

Eastside on my arm, 3 stripes on my sneakers

Don't roll with pussy niggas, we call them vajeenas

That's why your girl choosing dawg, pray I never meet her

I tap her on the head and tell her you know the procedure

You just mad with no bitch cause I'm chilling with your bitch

She threw out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc

My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allan Poe shit

Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz

But I don't punt it, I run it for one hundred

Ever since I was a youngin', been hungry as Paul Bunyon

I'm the shit so fix the plumbing

I'm a beast and the game's Jumanji

And if this ain't what you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumping

I'm smoking on hydroponic some of you call that chronic

Hennessey in my vomit cause the night before was jumpin'

Lil C got that beat bumping so you can hear me coming

And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just incase anybody was wondering bitch

[Meek Mill:]

Oohh I'm a matherfucking beast

All my haters rest in peace

I make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of week

Pray on niggas like a Sunday

See your artist that's a feast

I got like 38 inch cock, I let you pussies catch a piece

It was me and old melly? in the Scaglietti

Bout to scoop these bitches cause they say they past ready

Swagger on the finish, I think I'm Andretti

I push it to the limit get 'em haters gassed heavy

Wait a minute I'm a menace

Shout out to the winners

Jacket boy Louies like a flag before the finish?

I'm just getting started and niggas at they end

And errbody say I'm hot but I've been hot from the beginning

I be with a bitch that looks like Kim Kardashian

She ain't on these niggas not by purpose but by accident

Big Chris, I'll be laxing him, you niggas relaxing

And the main reason I'm passing em like Michael Vick I'm faster than yo quarter back

I bring that order back

Ain't fucking with that weed, like where that water at

Like where them purps nigga

Somebody order that

Caught a couple cases, went to jail but I ain't going back

FREE TIP!

Wrong lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Spodee)

[Hook: B.o.B.]

If you think that I'm outgunned

If you think that I'll run

If you think that it's over

You couldn't be more wrong (couldn't be more wrong)

If you think that it's done

If you think that you won

If you think that it's over

You couldn't be more wrong

[Verse 1: B.o.B.]

I think it's funny that they think they got us all beat and defeated

I swear they must be dreaming 'cause they think that we're retreating

Yeah, they be the type, constantly in search for beefing

'Till they see it, then that ass become a vegan

That's why on this beat it's no doubt

Ya'll already know I'm 'bout my flow, muthafuckas say I sold out?

Must be talking about my shows

Matter of fact, anytime that you finna reach for a dream or a goal or for anything

You will have many enemies, look at Jesus and Martin and Lincoln and Kennedy

[Hook]

[Verse 2: B.o.B.]

Yeah, impostors hate the truth because you tell it

So I know when they around, they so jealous, I can smell it

The haters always die, the prestigious never perish

So I'll be never buried

That's why I'm never threatened by these little boys with big toys

They can't aim, it's piss poor, what you holding the clip for?

Put the gun down, get a clipboard

So tell them haters that they better pipe down,

We bring Hell like a red man with a black beard and a pitchfork

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Spodee]

Uh, you totally incorrect if you thought that it was some pressure

With each endeavor I treasure raises my level of pleasure

I'm flabbergasted by fellas, really think that they can see me

I'm saving my special specimens specifically for T.V

Ohhh, what 'till they see me out with a case so straight make a fake hoe hate

Me and Bobby Ray like this, okay, man a plastic surgeon can't fix her face

All these rap niggas shit so gay, and I'm a keep pimping until that bitch locate

My foot in the ass of a prick okay, say you harder than Grand Hustle, bitch, no way

[Hook]

Guest List lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Rosco Dash)

[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 floor 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 no 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 live 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]

What Are We Doing lyrics - B.o.B

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?

Perfect Symetry lyrics - B.o.B (feat. 2 Chainz)

[B.o.B:]

Opening doors like an answer key, I make the life answer to me, no fantasy

An evil genius, I leave my mark of the beast on the beat

Actually, I'm all like a natural disaster, I make you a casuality

Added up, mathematically, putting numbers up, like 23

And I'm Manning up like Payton be, game is over, I should take a knee

And bow out gracefully, even if you look me in my eyes

See you wouldn't be facing me

So what the fuck is pain to me?

And what the hell is rain to me?

My life is very impressionable, like a Van Gogh painting be

Told me Vincent inside the dimension, that's my mantra

Listen there is no competition, the mission's conquered

Did I mention? These girls at my concert, addicted, no double entendre

Which is why I'm colder than a tundra on Christmas, put your hands up, can I get a witness?

[2 Chainz:]

While I kill the dark side's where I live

Horny devils and a red dress and high heels

You don't have an idea how many niggas done took my ideas

I take flight, I'm so bright, I don't even get no light bia

You road kill while I'm driving

I'm high fiving, my dime riding, My time shining,

From at the club and I'm outta town but I'm lying around it

Deuce chains I'm fung shway, everyday is my birthday

2 gats at the park, you don't wanna see these guns play

Patron and lemon lime, I got her back, all in her spine

I look my wife up in the eyes, and I think about a another dime

My atmosphere is fractured here this right here is bally gear and I keep on killing shit

And I don't even have no tatted tear

You can put the motherfucker caddie here

You can put the motherfucker beemer there

Still got 2 more garage places, louies on I unlaced it

Every verse I'm going crazy, every girl it's going crazy

2 guns, 2 chains, 2 rings, 2 bracelets.

New York New York lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Alicia Keys, MdL)

(from "Crysis 2" soundtrack)

This is the finish my friend, this is the end

It's a revolution... live in revenge

There's no need to move or adjust your television

Whenever an era dies, another era begins

These American fights, these American wars,

These American stripes, these American stars

But these American cages have American bars

We hunted for truth so we headed for y'all

Towers are crumbling, bridges are falling

Limits are fading, the normal is boring

Looking at time move progressively forward

Looking the days just vanish before me

You wanted a Benz but you couldn't afford it

Now you were killed to put your foot in the tourist

It's a... of madness and never look backwards

But this is the crisis, prepare for disaster

Start spreading the news

I'm leaving today

I want to be a part of it

New York New York

New York

Breaker breaker 9 breaker breaker 1 9

Could you please get a operator on the phone line

This is not a riot it's way much more than that

These people are dying we are under attack

Wait let me call you back, let me get my stack

Cause we ain't taking shit so therefore we'll fight them back

We ain't waiting on the line for a 9 1 1 9 9

Whatever man I ain't got time for all this nonsense

Enemy responses ain't a dial tone in our home on the continent

Got me in these bandages

This jungle is up under me

Man I swear they sleeping, they unconscious or they slumbering

So we break the peace to get a piece of what we wanted

Act like we new to this...

Let them know we run this shit

And let them know just how you feel the way your country is

Now look how beautiful destruction is

Bang

Start spreading the news

I'm leaving today

I want to be a part of it

New York New York

New York.

Boom Bap lyrics - B.o.B (feat. T.I. & Mos Def)

[Verse 1: T.I.]

Bitches kissin' and huggin'

Niggas trippin' and buggin'

You watch your mind, I'm on my grind

And I ain't quittin' for nothin'

Tell your mothers and uncles

Brothers, sisters, and cousins

My flow so nasty, deranged

That nigga T.I.P is disgusting

Gotta grip on the game

Quit your pullin' and tuggin'

Cause I ain't clinically sane

I go to pushin' a button

They get to clickin' and bustin'

You get to dippin' and duckin'

They empty clips by the dozen

You come up missin' for nothin'

Hey, I can triple your budget

I'm in the business of hustlin'

If we ain't talkin' about money

I say, "Let's end the discussion"

Hate off my shoulders

I'm brushin'

All the ladies are blushin'

They all love when I fuck 'em

Blacks and Latinas and Russians

Tell 'em be easy no rushin'

Mastered the art of seduction

I let 'em blow me so much head

I can catch a concussion

Seven chicks in the bed

Touchin', lickin', and suckin'

Dick 'em into submission

Then I send 'em to truckin'

Cousin we nothin' alike

You can say what you like

Do all that huffin' and puffin'

Then run away from the fight

Don't know who getting' {you high}

When you sit and you write

Great imaginary life

You only live on a mic

I'm who you'd die to be like

Cause I'm so fly nice

To live my life you'd have to try to hit the lottery twice

Find it amusing, I'm gigglin' at what you made in a year

Quadruple that while in prison

Servin' my day and a year

Nigga hahahaha

[Verse 2: Mos Def]

Wow

It's on right now

Buckhead to {Bucksound}

Boogie man and rubber band snappin'

Bang, listen

No retreat, no surrender

No gimmicks, no hoax, no jokes, no pretenders

The littledefenders haters all they tempers

But tell them phil how they feel, fucking let it go

That's ineffective though, I'm in a show

It's that incredible and my old special doze, extra flow, quiet dog

Off the chain, I was born unleashed

And I get it how I get it cause I'm from these streets

These niggers I cut your favorite rhythm I made this

Say it once, say it twice, you made this

That's in a affirmative, word of big bird it is

I got the fire work

You feel it in the chest when the base be bang

Yeah and you know my style, I'm from the killer cane

While we turn it on and turn it out

It go on and on and on and on

Everybody talking

It's bob, bobby raylisten

[Verse 3: B.o.B]

Yeah

It's B.o... B

Bobby Ray, international extraordinaire

Listen

I'm from the city where they hang out on the light pole

Tryin' to get their weight up off 'em, I ain't talkin' lipo'

I'm talkin' bout that city I take everywhere that I go

I do this for the niggas locked in solitary iso'

Who grew up with kaleidoscopes

Now they lookin' through rifle scopes

Tryin' to make it out the dark

That's what we raise our lighters for

Smokin' on that blue turf

Just like them boys in Idaho

I swear I'm {eatin' good}

What you on that diet for?

I'm chillin' with some fire hoes

So hot you'll need a fire hose

Too much pussy on your payroll boy

You need to fire hoes (You're fired)

That's why my fans is who I'm writin' for

You'd swear they never tire

Cause they hands are up the entire show

But what you hidin' for?

I'm speakin' for your benefit

Me to you is like PlayStation 3 to SEGA Genesis

I have no arch nemesis

I have no identity

I just go gorillas in your village and start pillaging your city

I still got it

I don't need to baby sit

I'm just magnificent like Magic back in '86

I told her, "Cook my eggs Benedict"

She say I'm gettin' cocky

Now I say, "I've been a dick"

"Bitch"

Hahaaa

Welcome To The Jungle lyrics - B.o.B

On the battlefield I am the commander in

the war between the worlds, time to wheel the cannons in

I’m out here salamandering

They out here slandering

Try to smear a niggas image down, damn who’s the camera man?

Where’s the man to man talk

What a fuck? Get up off the nipple, man

Let your momma have a mammogram,

Busting like Sammy Sam

Niggas can’t even see me on the beat

Like a blind pianist at a band exam

But fuck a punch line, fuck a metaphor

Fuck the niggas who said they wasn’t feeling me before

Life is like a movie, I just write the score,

Let me dumb it down, maybe you can understand me more!

I got no time for this shock jock, get up above my cock,

Put the mic down, you’re looking sixty four!

I’m guessing I’m the nigga that they love to hate

But they still watch a nigga, and they pay attention more!

Closer to my words, and closer you observe

Trying to decipher the flow you niggas know this shit is absurd!

You notice every verb and adjective and every syllable

And why compare to me there is nobody who’s identical

Instrumental general, Grand Hustle emerald

I’m ballin’ over here, give a fuck about your interviews

Niggas talk, hoes too, but they know I’m one of the coldest overall and general

The more I ball the more the haters run

When you fuck the game, the problems gonna come

Back down never, I’m never known to run

Fuck life and get high, that’s what I call overcoming obstacles

Get up of my tosticles, I got the sun to control

I’m callin’ audibles, I know what I gotta do

When you travel on this road, man after a while

Nobody’s either on the side of you

Reaching out the other artists for a wider view

In reality artists just don’t have the time for you

It is what it is, I don’t take it personal

But it’s a jungle out, and lions don’t eat vegetables.

I mean veggies, I’m all about my

I don’t smoke and I’m never on the reggie

I’m going full speed, but I don’t know where I’m heading

so keep up my yard and never touch my hedges

I’m on the edge, you should never cross the line

Niggas feel safe when they’re online

But I’m out here touring, they out here keyboarding

I’m bout to show what the fuck a high score is

So let me do this for east side bitch

Decatuer GA, on six!

Call it what you want, but real recognize real

So the hush niggas don’t even exist!

Ah, Grand Hustle, yeah it’s B.o.B

Said free T.I.P, now the nigga back

So now we gonna see what’s up and what’s good

Bobby Ray coming to your neighborhood!

Strange Clouds, dropping soon

Yeah that’s what’s up, good news.

5 On The Kush lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Bun B & Big K.R.I.T.)

[Bun B: x5]

5 on the Kush

20 on the Drinks

So floated in the club niggas can't think

[B.o.B:]

Yeah, Yeah, HaHa

I say I throw to the side

Like a lateral

I swear tonight I'm doing major damage

Is collateral

50 on the potion

100 on the smoking

Panoramic roof

But we ride in slow motion

Patron pass to ya

Top self we toasted

Top models

Tops poppin off kelly rowland

It's whatever I never let up

I never feel better

A house for the freaks

And I'll never say never

My seats all leather

My jackets all leather

Got peter pissed off cause my pillow full of feathers

Since day one I stay down like a celler

Bun B, KRIT BoB we some fuckin trend setters

[Bun B:]

5 on the kush

20 on the Drinks

So floated in the club niggas can't think [x5]

[Big K.R.I.T.:]

Ok I roll up to the club

I pull up to the mother fuckin top

Got some hoes with a whippin bit on top

Woofers in my cusion,

What's a trunk if it don't knock

DJ on the dash

If I want it then I cop

It's G a ho [x2]

And she a ho

A sheep nigga leave alone

What u pop pills for

So high in the sky we crakin windows

And this the end tho

[Bun B:]

5 on the kush

20 on the Drinks

So floated in the club niggas can't think [x5]

How Bout Dat lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Future & Trae The Truth)

How 'bout we hit the club and walk up straight through VIP

How 'bout we get some Puerto Rican girls and Japanese

How 'bout we get some strippers and go crazy with this cheese

How 'bout we pop some bottles and make movies till we G

How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat

How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat

How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat

How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat

How 'bout dat, look at me like "Bob, why you stuntin' like that?"

Ahhhh, tell 'em blame it on the black Cadilac

I hop out that, haters, hop off that

Pack so strong if you smell it you'll probably catch contact

Freaks, what's up, show a young nigga what it do

Show me what that thing hittin' like and I'll show you how to turn a four-door into a coupe

Gettin' all mad at me cause your girl gettin' loose

Yeah, it ain't no hype, I live that life, what you want me to do?

Well the blue one came out, then the red one came out, now I gotta get two

And my watch ain't got no manners, the shit's just rude

Why you all in my face, you ain't even in my circle dawg, you ain't even in the loop

I'ma wild out till I'm through, how 'bout it

How 'bout we hit the club and walk up straight through VIP

How 'bout we get some Puerto Rican girls and Japanese

How 'bout we get some strippers and go crazy with this cheese

How 'bout we pop some bottles and make movies till we G

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How 'bout we get the Spikes, how 'bout we get the ice

How 'bout I get a straight girl and I turn that girl to a dyke

How 'bout we go to Magic and Onyx in the same night

How 'bout we get a bunch of ones and let 'em fly like kites

How 'bout I pull up hard, 'Rarri on the front

How 'bout I get the racks and go shopping every day this month

How 'bout I go to Pluto and go crazy with them bands

How 'bout I go to space and never come back ever again

How 'bout we get some bottles, poppin' that Rose

How 'bout we sneak the lean inside the club, it's time to play

How 'bout we make a move, give the streets somethin' to see

How 'bout I flex my watch, you ain't gon' be able to see

How 'bout we hit the club and walk up straight through VIP

How 'bout we get some Puerto Rican girls and Japanese

How 'bout we get some strippers and go crazy with this cheese

How 'bout we pop some bottles and make movies till we G

How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat

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All black attire, in my zone

Walk in the club like "guess who home"

King of the city, so well known

Run up trippin', this heat get shown

N -double-ACP, all black stones

Four-time trapper, trappin' all fours

I ball like Diddy, money so long

Tryna pick what chick fi'nna come home

I bet you gon' learn to day, how 'bout that

Walkin' up out of here by myself, I doubt that

Go in hop in that Challenger parked out back

Any wardrobe she in, she hoppin' out that

Old-school game, I ain't never seen foreign, hit the club buck and turn it to a party

Automatic range, where to get started, crews in the back if you run up on me retarded

Bottles gettin' popped, haters get dropped, everything go, nothing can stop

Realest left, only way I rock, I'm the truth, they know that off top

Jealous niggas, yeah they gon' knock, thirsty bitches, yeah they gon' bop

On my dick is pro'bly where they hop, bunch of losers they gon' block

How 'bout we hit the club and walk up straight through VIP

How 'bout we get some Puerto Rican girls and Japanese

How 'bout we get some strippers and go crazy with this cheese

How 'bout we pop some bottles and make movies till we G

How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat

How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat

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How 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat

Things Get Worse lyrics - Eminem (feat. B.o.B)

There's no need to say shit, you already know

The question is just how far will this go?

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up

But you just won't listen will ya? Nah, I guess not

You just can't can ya? Man, I can't stand ya

You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?

Man, when are you gonna let up?

I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better

Holy Toledo, it's Angelina Jolie, amigo

She told me "Yo, Shady just hand your penis to me, I'll deep throat,"

And Brad if you try to stand between us then we're gonna see, bro

Who was a fantasy, I don't mean to damage your ego

You faggots wanna 'rassle?

I shove a fucking jar of Vaseline up inside your asshole

And rope it shut with a lasso

Couple of crushed Lexapro broken up with the capsule or Paxil

Just in case I ain't dope enough with the raps, though

Coke is cut with tobacco, smoke it up, then go wacko

This is what happens when you mix a coconut with Tabasco

Shady let go, the ho has been choked enough, let her ass go

Not till Jessica Simpson lets go of the tuna casserole

I used to love her hooters now Carmen Electra's cuter

Strap an extension cord to her arm and electrocute her

I'm off my fucking meds, but I'm on an electric scooter

I might just scoot by and shoot my mom in the neck with rugers

Spit in Jason's face while I vomit on Freddy Kruegar

They can't even get Jeffrey Dahmer to pet the cougar

Now I'm gone get the rectal thermometer, get the lubra-

Cation and get the patient some Darvocet to chew 'cause

There's no need to say shit you already know

The question is just how far will this go

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

B.o.B I done told you once homie to easy up, jeez

There's no need to say shit you already know

The question is just how far will this go

Cause I will never lay down

And I will never let up

I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better

With the soul of a Shaman

I'll eat a beat then vomit

Like a bulimic woman with an uneasy stomach

I pass by people on the street they seem like sheep and zombies

Stiffer than a therapeutic pair of jeans you run in

So can you hear me coming

Eminem this beat is absolutely disgusting

It's probably got diseases on it

I'm just being honest, I can see the comments

I can see the evolution as we creep up on it

I put that music in your veins like a needle junkie

Shit I just do this for the haters, I don't need the money

I'm diarrhea on the track so it needs plunging

Somebody please tell these girls to release my undies

Nobody really understands my language

I find it complicated just to hold a conversation

But still I got a whole lot of patience

Sittin' back watching Earth from my Space station

There's no need to say shit, you already know

The question is just how far will this go?

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up

But you just won't listen will ya? Nah, I guess not

You just can't can ya? Man, I can't stand ya

You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?

Man, when are you gonna let up?

I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better

Oh my gosh I put Natasha Bedingfield in a washer

Watch it go from rinse to spin cycle

It's like I got ya hypnotized and I forgot ya

My God, ya psychologically fucked

Michael would like an apology, what?

Tell that psycho to stick a Tyco truck and a white tricycle up his butt

And glue the seat of bicycle to his nuts

I'm as cold as a motherfucking icicle I'm a nut

I ain't nuttin' nice, man I like to pull knives and I like to cut

The poster addict for post traumatic stress

I guess this is the most dramatic I've been in a while

This is the closest that it's come to the Marshall Mathers

I can hear him start to gather

I don't paint the portrait of the picture perfect Partridge family

This ain't your orphan Annie, no this is more uncanny

Kick down Dakota Fanning's front door while the whore is tanning

("He can't say whore"), of course he can, man he just saw her fanny

Then murdered her while he danced around the room and wore her panties

There's no need to say shit, you already know

The question is just how far will this go?

How far will he take it?

And when will he stop?

Shady man, I done told you once homie to ease up

But you just won't listen will ya? Nah, I guess not

You just can't can ya? Man, I can't stand ya

You're rotten, what you plottin' for us?

Man, when are you gonna let up?

I guess things are gonna get much worse 'fore they get better

Fucked Up lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Playboy Tre)

[Intro:]

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?

Strange Clouds lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Intro: B.o.B]

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 Decatur 'til 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

Friday Night Star lyrics - B.o.B

She was a friday night star,

Everyone knew her name but the fame didn't take her far,

And she was in awe,

Trying to imitate the lifestyle that she saw,

And there was no cars,

Living illusions,

Dream illusive chasing cars,

A tongue so harsh,

She could persuade a million soldiers into the dark

So juat wait up a minute lady,

Pop them breaks for a minute you're so mistaken,

I say you look awfully shady,

Or maybe you're just contemplating a friday night star,

(Shes a superstar)

A friday night star,

A friday night star

(Shes a superstar),

A friday night star,

Jessica, I'm thinking I could probably take her home and marry her,

But eveything I keep on hearing makes me scared of her,

And now I know I probably should have never messed with her,

But she got me grabbing my coat and keys and I did I did,

I get on the express way and speed to her crib, her crib,

I just loose control everytime I see all those hips and lips,

And it feels just like an evil deed,

But I slip, I slip,

So juat wait up a minute lady,

Pop them breaks for a minute you're so mistaken,

I say you look awfully shady,

Or maybe you're just contemplating a friday night star,

(Shes a superstar)

A friday night star,

A friday night star

(Shes a superstar),

A friday night star,

Yeah, yeah,

She's dressed for the friday night lights,

With her boots zipped up, her jeans tight,

Wonderin, tryna find the right type,

But there's dogs round here and they might bite,

I sit back, then stare in amazement,

As these girls go awfully crazy,

They don't know me,

But they know that they play my song on the radio station,

And I climb on top of the stage,

Wait for the beat when it drop, then I sing,

Everybody get poured up, then drink,

Then by the end of the night they faint,

After the pause, I fade to the dark,

Everybody please give a round of applause,

I leave to the car, she waits for me patiently by the bar

So juat wait up a minute lady,

Pop them breaks for a minute you're so mistaken,

I say you look awfully shady,

Or maybe you're just contemplating a friday night star,

(Shes a superstar)

A friday night star,

A friday night star

(Shes a superstar),

A friday night star,

So juat wait up a minute lady,

Pop them breaks for a minute you're so mistaken,

I say you look awfully shady,

Or maybe you're just contemplating a friday night star,

(Shes a superstar)

A friday night star,

A friday night star

(Shes a superstar),

A friday night star

High lyrics - B.o.B

High, high, high [x4]

So high, what's beneath me, I can't even call it high

Like ticket holders when the season started

It ain't much to say when actions speak for themselves

So just the fact that I'm in this motherfucker means I'm balling

So next time you take shots keep an extra cartridge

Niggers handcuffing hoes like the police department

You think you flying but you really falling

You just ain't hit the concrete yet nigger, you're stalling

They say pop means being popular to the population

So excuse me for being the topic of your conversation

I just keep banging verses and rocking your mama's braces

What you blazing a week, that's what I start my day with

My checks worth more than your neck worth

I got a network about the size of the next earth

I'm laid up, so much head that my neck hurt

I'm living a dream, I never once with the bed first you dig

So what should I do with so much hate?

Fuck it, I turn crabs in the bucket to a buffet

And beef to a filet that's a full-course entrée

And girl I turn that avocado to some guacomole

So Spanish girls Ole, we can skip the foreplay

Roll up some good hay and stay high for 4 days

We can do it 4 ways, left right, up down

My cup running over but I won't put my cup down

You haters cheer leading while I'm out here running touch downs

But I won't be ran down, I run shit, you run down

... blowing whistles like please get the sun down

Meanwhile I'm globetrotting from sun up to sun down

But still I'm straight...

No time to play cause I know they don't... on tp...

But still I'm blaze, so manytrees don't need no shades

Living that stamp life, I think my passport need more space

Haha, it's B-o-B-o bitch!

So don't, don't get mad when your girl come up to me in public like...

Just keep it movin' brah

All you hater, I don't even wanna hear no

I don't even know why I gotta smoke for man

It's like I just can't even get (high), not even a little bit, (high) at all!

But still man, you know how I do it

Grand hustle in the building

Tip coming home soon so you know it's a problem!

I'm gone... I'm finna go get (high)

B.o.B other songs:

 

Champions lyrics - B.o.B (with O.A.R.)

[B.o.B.:]

The world is a battlefield; the fight is a fireplace.

We train to sustain, so how much pain can you tolerate?

The goal is to dominate; competition annihilate.

We hunger for victory; it's the dish that we gotta taste.

The good life we chasing, my shoes on I laced them.

We don't get complacent cause each step is greatness.

A champion, we made it, it's my road, I paved it.

If you feel how I feel, you must feel amazing.

[O.A.R.:]

You’ve already won, you know it inside

And it’s not much longer ‘til we make it now.

We're all champions, we're all champions.

There's no giving up, the hunger inside

One day we gonn make it, you just stand up high.

You're a champion, you gotta know

[Chorus:]

We're all champions

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We're all champions, we're all champions

We're all champions

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We're all champions, we're all champions

[B.o.B.:]

It's all that I've ever known, it's all that I ever seen.

I came here with nothing but I'm a leave with a legacy.

A brand new and better me, belief is the recipe.

It ain't no second guessing when you thinking successfully.

Taking no for an answer isn't part of the deal.

You see the blood sweat and tears, we leave it all on the field.

We make our dreams reality, you can tell that it's real

Cause I'm a champion, I led a life I said I would lead.

[O.A.R.:]

You’ve already won, you know it inside

And it’s not much longer ‘til we make it now.

We're all champions, we're all champions.

There's no giving up, the hunger inside

One day we gonn make it, you just stand up high.

You're a champion, you gotta know

[Chorus:]

We're all champions

We're all champions, we're all champions

(That right, that right, nu-nu-number one)

We're all champions

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

We're all champions, we're all champions

[O.A.R.:]

Oh, who's gonna tell me that it's not my time?

Who's gonna tell me that the world ain't mine?

All of us rise up when it’s on the line

Looking for nothing cause it's all inside.

Under the weather on a midnight run

Fire, fire, I'm a champion.

Higher, higher, it's all I imagine.

[Chorus:]

We're all champions

(It don’t get much better than this)

We're all champions, we're all champions

We're all champions

We're all champions, we're all champions

[O.A.R.:]

Last chance to take this; there's no more life to bring this.

Hope is all we got to come, the stress, the doubt, time to eat at my soul.

We don’t made it so long to make it under.

Taste the, be strong, you’ve got my eyes closed.

I can see it, the screaming crowds

Lights keep flashing; it's everything we could imagine, yeah.

We're all champions, we're all champions.

We're all champions, we're all champions.

[B.o.B.:]

It’s all that I’ve ever known.

It’s all that I’ve ever known.

It’s all that I’ve ever known.

Chiefin' Like A Rasta lyrics - B.o.B

It's B.o., B.o., B.o., B.o.B.

Yeahh (ha ha ha ha ha)

hi-hi-hi-hi-hi hi-higher than you.

I'm chiefin, like a Ra, chiefin' like a Rasta [x3]

(Chiefin' like a Rasta [background])

hi-hi-hi-hi-hi hi-higher than you.

[Verse:]

Nope nope y'all ain't fuckin' with me

I roll up I'm puffing.

I got that blueberry like muffins

Y'all got nothing.

Smell me coming.

Cause I burn the forest down but y'all be tree, tree huggin'.

I got enough dro to get the whole hood high,

Why y'all weed be sucking, sucking?

Dudes say I'm tubluar cause I got that super herb.

So I stay on Jupiter, but y'all got that droopy derp.

Dry ass weed need Lubriderm.

I get geek like goody nerds.

Smoke til I get smoke til I get higher than you.

I'm chiefin, like a Ra, chiefin' like a Rasta [x3]

(Chiefin' like a Rasta [background])

hi-hi-hi-hi-hi hi-higher than you.

[Verse]

I'm chiefin, like a Ra, chiefin' like a Rasta [x3]

(Chiefin' like a Rasta [background])

hi-hi-hi-hi-hi hi-higher than you.

I'm chiefin, like a Ra, chiefin' like a Rasta [x3]

(Chiefin' like a Rasta [background])

hi-hi-hi-hi-hi hi-higher than you.

Fake Friends lyrics - B.o.B (feat. WurlD)

[Wurld:]
Hello friend, how you been?
I know we've been lost and out of touch
We were young, and we both sinned
We've been on a road that has no way out
For the first time I can say
Middle finger to the world
For the first time I can say
Middle finger to the world

[B.o.B:]
There's dirt on my name 'cause I'm a diamond in the rough
My cup runneth over it's time to get a bigger cup
Lookin' for innocence in a world that's corrupt
Can a nigga just adjust?
I don't have a lot of friends I just know a lot of people
So numb to backstabbers all I feel is pins and needles
Perception is reality depends how they receive you
Anyone can sell a story it depends if they believe you
I, I never doubt shit
Don't know where the ground went
Lookin' for peace
On some lost and found shit
Don't let other people's opinions
Overshadow your own feelings
All I, all I all I see is vultures
So many posers out there all I see is sculptures
All I, all I all I see is vultures
People who love they job more than they love the culture
Makin' decisions
On who gets to listen
Or how many spins
Rap politicians
Fuck a chart this is art
Poison dart to your heart
Are you ready on your mark?
On a voyage I embark

[Wurld:]
Hello friend, how you been?
I know we've been lost and out of touch
We were young, and we both sinned
We've been on a road that has no way out
For the first time I can say
Middle finger to the world
For the first time I can say
Middle finger to the world

[B.o.B:]
Ain't no rap-battlin' sack-straddlin'
Check-tattlin' back-paddlin'
Whack talentless half-masculine bitch
Niggas' hands out to get helped out 'til they switch
How foul can it get?
Damn
Look how they hated the monster that they created
The sponsors I used to have are no longer negotiatin'
Never would smoke on camera them commas was always baitin' me
Livin' two different lives the battle was to escape it, huh
I'd-I'd rather be a tree-rolling weed-smoking
Jet setting over three oceans
Blue bank roll cheese folding
Haters watch as they keep trollin'
Fake news I'm a keep scrolling
'Cause when it comes to conspiracies
My nigga, I'm like the spokesman
So I hit them flows
Over hi-hats that sound like bicycle spokes
Breakin' societal code
Watch out lil' ho
Said watch out lil' ho
Trustin' these hoes
Is slicker than driving in snow
Bitches might lose control
Or they might hit this pole
I ain't wifin' them though
They lookin' for hubbies like Findin' Nemo
With' my day ones
On this side of the ropes
And the rest of the world can kiss my ass
Mistletoe

[Wurld:]
Hello friend, how you been?
I know we've been lost and out of touch
We were young, and we both sinned
We've been on a road that has no way out
For the first time I can say
Middle finger to the world
For the first time I can say
Middle finger to the world

Find A Way lyrics - B.o.B

You see many of us lookin' for

Somethin' words can really not explain

Yeah, although many of us come and go

I always knew that I would find a way

I put my city on my back

Lookin' for another path

Yeah, although many of us come and go

I always knew that I would find a way

Too cold to catch a flu

Too hot to give a fuck

Too late to give it back

Too high to come down

Too wrong to be right

Too burnt to get a lack

Too strapped to get attacked

Too church for these slacks

This the type of habitat

My drivin' Lexus hard to find where niggas at

I got money on my head

Say my prayers, go to bed

Wind up dead, end up thinkin'

Tryin' not to end up dead

Had the idea, buzzin' right here

Fuck the light year

Tables done turned, fucked up my kin

Love to daydream but work the night shift

Now who gon' help us? Who gon' help us?

The red and the white and the blue has failed us

I can't promise I'm a make it better

But I can show you how to be successful

The poor get poorer, the rich get richer

Lives are lost, too much to measure

We all tryna make it up from the bottom

But nowadays, the bottom's lower than ever

You see many of us lookin' for

Somethin' words can really not explain

Yeah, although many of us come and go

I always knew that I would find a way

I put my city on my back

Lookin' for another path

Yeah, although many of us come and go

I always knew that I would find a way

From the jungles of East Atlanta

You motherfuckers don't fuck up

Players always fuck up at the wrong time

Oh, will they rise and go?

And will they mind to say no

Oh, will they rise and go?

And we ain't livin' by the same code

You see many of us lookin' for

Somethin' words can really not explain

Yeah, although many of us come and go

I always knew that I would find a way

I put my city on my back

Lookin' for another path

Yeah, although many of us come and go

I always knew that I would find a way

Flatline lyrics - B.o.B

[Verse 1:]

Yo, you ain't seen my best

Checkmate, ain't a game of chess

Globalists see me as a threat

Free thinking, got the world at my neck

Hah, am I paranoid? Picture Malcolm X

In a room full of pigs, trying not to bust a sweat

Aye, Neil Tyson need to loosen up his vest

They'll probably write that man one hell of a check

Aye, I'm over here on this side of town

Come on over, over, over, over here try to clown

Aye, I never pipe down

If they weren't coming for me then

They definitely coming for me now

I can't even keep my phone charged up

All this shit I'm talking, I should get my home bought up

Rappers get off of my dick and get your own bars up

Now the mirror lizard's breath got the clones scared cause

Woo, use your, use your common sense

Why is NASA part of the department of defense?

They divided up the seas into thirty-three degrees

Feeding kids masonry, bruh, be careful what you read

[Chorus 1:]

Flat line, flat line

There's no superior blood line

Flat line, flat line

You got me once but that died, aye

[Verse 2:]

Voice, voice, do I have a voice?

Do I give a fuck? Do I have a choice?

Joint, joint, I roll up a joint

Keep my shooters in the game like I hate to disappoint

I see only good things on the horizon

That's probably why the horizon is always rising

Indoctrinated in a cult called science

And graduated to a club full of liars

Heliocentrism, you were the sixth victim

Fuck you and your team, you can sit on the bench with em

They nervous, but before you try to curve it

Do your research on David Irving

Stalin was way worse than Hitler

That's why the POTUS gotta wear a kippah

I'm a man first fore an artist

Get a lawyer, look up Doctor Richard Sauder

[Chorus 2 x2:]

Flat line

You fooled us for the last time

Flat line, flat line

There's no superior blood line

God Is Gracious lyrics - B.o.B

God is gracious, God is good

I thank God I made it out the hood

Misguided, misunderstood

Eyes red like riding hood

Tho around my hood, I prolly don't get the hoorah I should

Cause I don't sound as Atlanta, I don't sound as hood

I don't sound as gutter, I wasn't around the crooks

I should write a book, call it anti-social

Circle so small that the shit's a oval

I don't know I guess I'm not as soulful

I don't know I guess I'm not as local

I don't know I guess I'm way too boastful

All these shows, man I'm way too global

Trusting these hoes man, I'm way to hopeful

Speaking my mind man I'm way to vocal

And I'm way too local

And it's crazy how niggas could see their self

When they look at you and believe their self

In the ring you the people's champ

So they see them rings

And they see them belts

Now you done bossed up

But ya'll could see it your self

Changed up, you need to be your self

Whatever the fuck that is

And fuck this rap shit

Whatever the fuck that is

It's more to Atlanta than just being a dumb black nigga

And a slum black kid

It's more to Atlanta than just being a conscious rapper

With some content on a compact disc, in a backpack

With some nappy ass hair

Just so you could feel more black

Fuck it I'm back [?]

See I was just the average Jo

I coulda have a average job

Was hungry and I wanted more

But back then I had it all

Before I drove the fancy cars

Before I smoked with all the stars

Was hungry and I wanted more

Back then I had it all

Back then I had it all

Back then I had it all

My family ain't gon never starve

Tho back then I had it all

Back then they didn't want me

Now I'm on they still phony

Fake cool, fake dudes, fake beefing

They still cloning

And I'm still lonely, they be taking shots at the big homey

You still lonely up top

And the only friend that I got

They say they sleeping on me

It's a bunch of undercovers, undercover cops

Undercover brothers ummm

I ain't one to judged ya, I'm just saying it's a lot

Of niggas covered up behind the color and the choppa

True colors represent the [?]

Niggas know that are not a mobster

Only rich you see is the center block boy

Writing fiction but you not a Author

Looking left stiffing up your posture

Wait, I'm getting off of topic

Got a label we don't claim a genre bitch

Cause It ain't a genre

Whole roster chalk full of rastas

I been medicating so much lately

Every day I got a different doctor, God damn

See I was just the average Jo

I coulda have a average job

Was hungry and I wanted more

But back then I had it all

Before I drove the fancy cars

Before I smoked with all the stars

Was hungry and I wanted more

Back then I had it all

Back then I had it all

Back then I had it all

My family ain't gon never starve

Tho back then I had it all

No Where Near Close lyrics - B.o.B

(Snippet)

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]

Not For Long lyrics - B.o.B (feat. Trey Songz)

[Hook - Trey Songz:]

You will be mine

Even if you're somebody elses

But not for long

Girl not for long

Cause I'm your type

If you've got the wrong impression

Girl not for long, girl not for long

[Verse 1 - B.o.B:]

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow

Maybe at the club, maybe at the bar

I wanna show you off like a trophy car (whip it)

Cause anything is better than nothing at all

Nothing at all, nothing on you

I just wanna show you a table for two

All you did was go on a date with a dude

You know he don't fit, he ain't tailored for you

You just on a nigga dick cause he sold a brick

Has he ever wrote a hit on some poet shit?

That's who you chillin' on the sofa with?

I ain't trippin', in a minute it'll be over with, aye

[Hook]

[Post-Hook - Trey Songz (B.o.B) x2:]

Oooh ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

(But not for long)

Girl not for long

Girl not for long

[Verse 2 - B.o.B:]

When they see us together, hell naw they can't stand it

I wonder if you're matchin' you bras with them panties

A gorgeous skin tan, hit the mall to do damage

The way she hit the high notes, we all gon' have Grammys

It's marble not granite

(Tiptoein')

From the counter, to the shower, for a hour

Super powers, super powers

That's that mojo, Austin Powers

Search "real nigga", I'ma pop up in your browser

Aye, so go and get your body wet

Panties off, we ain't made it to the lobby yet

Put you on game girl so it's obvious

I'll give you the world if you ain't got it yet

Bobby

[Hook]

[Post-Hook x2]

[Verse 3 - Trey Songz:]

You might be with someone else

But I still see that you finna be with a G like me

You'll never need, no one else

And I know you know

I'ma be like I told you so

[Hook]

[Post-Hook]

Pennywise lyrics - B.o.B

Let that baller [?], genocide

They say they fly, keep that pesticide

That 357 what I rest beside

Blow a little smoke, keep the rest aside

A O every day put the rest of the vowels aside

Pop a couple beans, look, that's [?]

Besides, I don't fuck with other sides

Is they grass greener, is that a peace sign

Or two middle fingers, I can't decide

How the fame and the money both coincide

Loud, loud pipe humming, cut the engine homicide

Let the smoke subside, my pennies wise call it Pennywise

Y'all float down here

Y'all float down here

Down here down here

Y'all float down here

Got [?] down here

Got weed got smoke down here

Got drink, got smoke down here

Got purp, got hoes down here

Do this yes I do, She playing my flute

Got bands yes I do, she french kiss it, parlez-vous

I do this yes I do, She playing my flute

Got bands yes I do, she french kiss it, parlez-vous, B.o.B

A O every day put the rest of the vowels aside

Pop a couple beans, look, that's [?]

Besides, I don't fuck with other sides

Is they grass greener, is that a peace sign

Or two middle fingers

When I'm drinking, I'm usually thinking

When I'm thinking, I'm thinking Franklins

Rap god, Amen

Bust your noodle, everybody loves Raymond

Yes we do

I do this yes I do, yes I do, she playing my flute

Got bands yes I do, she french kiss it, parlez-vous

Let the- let the smoke subside, my pennies wise call it Pennywise

Y'all float down here

Y'all float down here

Down here down here

Y'all float down here

Got [?] down here

Got weed got smoke down here

Got drink, got smoke down here

Got purp, got hoes down here, down here

Y'all float down here

Y'all float down here

Down here down here

Y'all float down here

Got [?] down here

Got weed got smoke down here

Got drink, got smoke down here

Got purp, got hoes down here, down

Play The Guitar lyrics - B.o.B (feat. André 3000)

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 walk 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

Cause 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