lirik lagu b.o.b - good nigger sticker (freestyle)
[intro/ sample]
oh bobby
oh bobby
oh god, oh bobby
[verse]
these are the chronicles of a black magician, left the rap business
made some plaques with an unthreatening black image
but that’s finished, you n-ggas still -ss kissing, catfishing
before i was rap fishing, i had visions of mostly millions and packed buildings
everybody’s depressed, no happiness
it’s sad when you find out the world is trash, inn’it?
(wa-wait till they discover it’s flat)
if i ever made me a movie and casted it
you wouldn’t have to be a dysfunctional black family
or single and sad, or sell crack to act in it
the crooked enslave you, you sending prayers
like sky daddy blessing black people with good behaviour like
“you’re a good n-gga (yeah), you’re a good n-gga (yeah), here’s a gold sticker”
and i swear it’s folks going through my house
when they know i ain’t home
it be your own people, you don’t know what i’m on
chopped it up with shawty slim like n-gga pick up the phone
stayed up till 5am just to finish this song
you ain’t gotta say “let’s get it”, b-tch i got it
i ain’t gotta dumb it down, they just gotta catch up
i don’t need boy scout, bad b-tch, i ain’t a tiger cub
f-ck you and your entire club, f-ck you, b-tch, i’m fired up
i’m the whole entire plug, the way i drive f-ck my tires up
game over, n-gga, time’s up, me and my b-tch, f-ck your b-tch, ayy
you ain’t know she was with the sh-t, ayy
yeah, we some thots, no kids, ayy
whoa, i’m high as f-ck, just a sip, ayy
bobby ray bandz, i’m the sh-t, ayy
fake n-ggas keep jumping ship, how good does good get?
there’s more to life than being hood rich, you ain’t on what i’m on
you ain’t on what i’m on, you ain’t on what i’m on
chopped it up with shawty slim, n-gga pick up the phone
chopped it up with big rich, n-gga pick up the phone
chopped it up with tj, n-gga pick up the phone
chopped it up with b-side, lived the real street life
chopped it up with playboy tre, pick up the phone
chopped it up with london, chopped it up with havi
chopped it up with jacques, chopped it with the money
chopped it up with t.i.p, chopped it up with rocky
chopped it up with tech n9ne, n-gga, who gon’ stop me?
n-ggas know i’m mobbin’, n-ggas know i’m not playin’
what’s her name, what’s her name? could it be roxxanne?
n-ggas know i’m the bomb, woah, kemosabe
racist white people look at me like bin laden
how many crisis actors out hear rapping today?
how many d-ck appointments can she make in a day?
young guys think they’re cold as can be
but even triple ogs get old in the knees
always knew n-ggas was gon’ wake up
ain’t sh-t to worry ’bout if you ain’t trying to opress us
the whole hotep club, the whole no flex club
but if you had the money, buy a rolex club (hotep hooray)
gotta be broke, to be woke, no check club (ho hey)
no s-x, no neck (ho, hotep hooray)
no neck, no s-x, no s-x (ho hey ho)
how much clout? how much clout? how much?
how much clout make that -ss come out?
how much clout make them t-tties come out?
how much clout? how much clout?
how much clout make you fakers take a bow? game over
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