B.O.B

[fox69]

"Hurt"

"Hurt"


The closer that you get,
The closer that you get to me,
That's just a road than gon' hurt you.

I know I've said some shit,
I know I said some shit I don't mean,
But girl we know that's what words do.

Your body says it first, (your body says it first)
So when you open up your lips to speak,
Just know I already heard you.

I told you I ain't shit,
But still you wanna be with me,
We both know I don't deserve you,
I'm only gon' hurt you.

I'm not gon' change for you, you can't fix me cause I'm not broken,
But you develop feelings let's put the real in the open, you could,
Give me your heart, that still don't mean that I own it its like walking the line between logic and our emotions, I don't,
Know why the stories always the same,
Two people fall in love til' they go separate ways.
I'm savaged by nature so blame my creator,
So much pussy thrown at me I need a coordinator.
Eh, every girl thinks shes the 100th girl that I slept with when I ain't even got enough time to check all my messages,
Look, I grew up around woman so I never felt the need to rush and get settled down with em.
I don't speak for all men I speak for me,
So you don't commit your life to someone who ain't gonna keep it a G.
Embrace the good, bad and ugly cause there's certain shit in this man that just can't adjusted I know,
The truth is like alcohol,
You think you can handle it til' you can't stand at all.
Tryna' manage with a damaged heart,
If every nigga ain't shit then who's at fault,
We both know what we hear to do,
I get my bluntness is offending you,
I guess I'm young and hypocritical,
I want the sex but not the spiritual residue.
And you want something magical,
Cartoon and fairytales, conditions to what come natural, out of touch with the actual,
using sex is collateral, confusion often occurs when ones on release[?] or incompatible.

Fights all the time,
You say you fine,
I know you lyin'
It's on your mind,
And I ain't blind,
I often find,
You don't have to cut the knife I guess I'm tired of lying.

The closer that you get,
The closer that you get to me,
That's just a road than gon' hurt you.

I know I've said some shit,
I know I said some shit I don't mean,
But girl we know that's what words do.

Your body says it first, (your body says it first)
So when you open up your lips to speak,
Just know I already heard you.

I told you I ain't shit,
But still you wanna be with me,
We both know I don't deserve you,
I'm only gon' hurt you.

 

[fox69]

"I Am The Man"
(feat. OJ Da Juiceman & Bun B)

"I Am The Man"
(feat. OJ Da Juiceman & Bun B)



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]

 

[fox69]

"I See Ya"

"I See Ya"



Yo
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)

Yeah
It's B-O-B-Oh
No I don't need no lingo
Cause I'm on this mic I chicka-pow-pow chicka-pow-pow to the beat though
Yeah shoot it up like a free throw
Where?
From the west to the east coast
Like B.O in the peek-oh
Motherfuck like Danny DeVito
Lemme get a second just to reload
Cause I'm cool in the pocket like Tebow (yes!)
Cooler than the cheetahs on the Cheetos
Don't think that I lost my touch by much
I just been chillin' at the bank like aye!
Show me to the safe
Had to get my papers straight
Now I'm okay
Now it's back to the lab, yes back to the bank
Six
So don't think that I ain't sick
That I'm in places you can't get
When you're inside of the matrix
High is my vibration
High as levitation
High like every race in
In this generation

I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)

'Cause I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)

Hold up, hold up, hold up
It's Bobby Ray
I mean my name B.o.B
When I'm on this mic I melt that fire
That's my job
I am a bomb
Try if ya want
Tick me off and I'm like lit up
So I would in the back
I'd sit in the back
Unless you got tricks, inside of a hat
Then I would eat
Still wouldn't defeat
The fact that I'm in singing this beat
I spit on the beat, I shit on the beat, then I wipe with an emcee
Throw them in the trash
B.o.B stop
Wait a minute maybe just switch up the flow
I was on a whole different level but now I'm ready to level
With a hell of fire venomous flow
Here's the thing
Clearly
I'm in a place you can't really be
I'm in a space
Called a zone
And when you inside you just kinda know
And you don't stop
'Cause you just float
And if you will then I know you don't
And if you not then you go for broke
But this a jungle let me go for those
I see ya

I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)

'Cause I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)

Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I spit on the beat, I shit on the beat, then I wipe with an em
I spit on the beat, I shit on the beat, then I wipe
I spit on the beat, I shit on the beat, then I wipe
I spit on the beat, I shit on the beat, then I wipe with an emcee
With an emcee
With an emcee
With an emcee
With an em
With an em
With an emcee

 

[fox69]

"I'll Be In The Sky"

"I'll Be In The Sky"


I'll be in the sky
I'll be there
Ooh all right
[x2]

I'll be in the sky

Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea
I'll be in the sky
[x2]

Remember when I leave,
That the one in the mirror ain't me,
It's just someone that I call B.O.B,
It's kinda me but it's not,
It's just a mask that I got,
So that I can rap and get off my block,
Reminiscin' my past when I was a toddler,
Sittin in grass and playin with blocks,
Then failing my classes now I'm on lockdown,
Now writin and readin alot,
Money and weed is in my shoe box now,
While I'm tryina get me a glock,
Cause I thought I was at the end of my line,
Then I find out it was all in my mind,
That's why I'm here to end all the fear,
We all gon die and leave from here like

I was a man with no name,
Now I'm attributing mo fame,
But all of this ain't gonna matter when I a die and say good bye so long,
Sayonara I'll have to catch you tomorra' maybe, cause baby,

I'll be in the sky
I'll be there
Ooh all right
[x2]

I'll be in the sky

Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea
I'll be in the sky
[x2]

Everybody here gonna die one day,
So while I'm here I'm a find my way,
That's my forte,
That's why I'm here,
Shit to open up your ears,
And speak this real.

Beatin' down your block with the truth,
The gold teeth don't really match with the suit,
Nowadays folk would rather rap than go to school,
Cause they feel that if they black then they gotta have it too,
But ya'll don't really seen that there,
After all everybody wanna kick back,
They wanna sit back,
They wanna sip Goose,
They wanna get down,
They wanna get loose,
They wanna get blown,
They wanna see the truth,
They wanna get old just like you,
But since they ain't nobody gon be responsible,
I'm a gonna have to be the one to show,

I was a man with no name,
Now I'm attributing mo fame,
But all of this ain't gonna matter when I a die and say good bye so long,
Sayonara I'll have to catch you tomorra maybe, cause baby,

I'll be in the sky
I'll be there
Ooh all right
[x2]

I'll be in the sky

Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea
I'll be in the sky
[x2]

I'll be there
Ooh all right
I'll be there

I'll be there
Ooh all right
I'll be there

I'll be there
Ooh all right
I'll be there

I'll be there
Ooh all right
I'll be there.

 

[fox69]

"I'm Beamin (Remix)"
(with Asher Roth, Tyga, Blu, Charles Hamilton, The Cool Kids, Diggy Simmons, Lupe Fiasco)

"I'm Beamin (Remix)"
(with Asher Roth, Tyga, Blu, Charles Hamilton, The Cool Kids, Diggy Simmons, Lupe Fiasco)



[Asher Roth:]
My aura takes the form of the aurora borealis
Or a floral pattern, more or less a forest to your salad
The neural path I've traveled has immediate reaction
Can't you see that I am beaming? I'll be leaving in a second
Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions
At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action
A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present
The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house's zenith
Yes, the fence intimidates, it's meant to keep you out (But)
Let your senses resonate and leap it in a bound ('Cause)
Freedom isn't found inside a visa or a crown
And even the voice of reason couldn't speak it out loud (But)
Mortals are immortal when their soul has been imported
To a source that is more sovereign, important to the whole (Whole)
This is the warmest moment of a poet turned heroic
As he slowly comes to focus, go ahead and watch me glow

[Charles Hamilton:]
Rey Mysterio flow, stayin' clear
Of makeup-smeared hatin' queers, makin' clear this is spiritual
Though a spirit you owe, church final
Your funeral in an arena, you searchin' for fire
Or titles, or tidal waves
Tie the game like a shot from outside when it's 95 to 98
To throw slid into you left-side broke (Niggas!) (Beam!)
Boa constrictor, chokin' (Niggas!), the grown man (Beam!)
Pawns mean, your controllers get broken (Nigga!) (Beam!)
Anarchy in the Ford, you need to focus (Nigga!) (Beam!)
Love, I get none, like sayin' no to niggas
Hamiltonian's loneliness, so I hold my (Beams!) (Niggas!)
I logged on to see a c-section, a gross display
Sleep never, and Rolaids, deep lessons won't go away
I keep pressin' like my phone is afraid
To be the star, so I end it and pound it, see what the code can say

[Lupe Fiasco:]
Calling all the good rappers, had to get my crew together
Fire like the fire flower, flyer than the super feather
Superman with two propellers, enter that, ninja rap
You can call it Super Shredder, boss scene, Ross theme
You can call it super better, new to this, Ludacris
Foolishness, Lu been doin' this since super letters
So I can't spell and can't mail it out
If you can't feel, it's too full, you can't peel it out
Showboatin' at the show, but you can't sell it out
I'm on the sea shepherd deck, helpin' the whales out
All my egos in the mirror, checkin' themselves out
Tweeters in the trunk, helpin' the twelves out
The speakers on bump, the rappers on acne
This track is what would happen if the rastas meet the mathletes
Yes, sir, then the Chess Club got dressed up
And went and took all the bitches of the athletes

[Mikey Rocks:]
Big up to what's been up, nigga
Pin-ups from when we clicked up and posed for these pictures, good
And the kids connected up, and they clicked snap
Hollerin', "Yeah, we weighed on the iPhone scale app!"
Without fail, the best to ever do it just will
Haven't done it all, but we got copy wheelwell, though
But it ain't no sweat, I got a whole outfit
And a new fitted cap that I ain't wore out yet
(Check, check, check) And I'm beamin'
Yeah, and I seen it, like a twenty-seven inch Zenith
Projected widescreen, now they got it 3D
Now we NBA'd up from development leagues

[Chuck Inglish:]
Ay, yo, they pale in comparison to stories we tell
Man, he see me on the hovercraft and he got a sail
Bubble-ass Brenda, stacked up in the window
Of whatever 'Lac truck pick her up, retail
Nigga, what? It just hit me like a Mack truck semi
On my last trip to Sydney in the Sheraton lobby
Grab my coattails and get a grip (Grab 'em)
You want the truth? Well, the truth is
This is it, pointin' out the differences
This is exquisite shit, riveting, isn't it?
Lizard king loafers on swole when I'm kickin' it
Joe, the live nigga, real rig-a-marole
You a handshake away, and them fingers is cold

[Blu:]
Touch art, lush heart, brush my niggas' shoulder off
Now that blessed soldier know that protocol, show me y'all's
Maybe not, play me not, say we not remote at all
Roger that, scholars back, solid black, go God
Gobble Gats, go hard, condom snapped, so raw
Pompous asshole, flash flow, turn your soul on
So gone, strode strong through your lawn 'til the dawn
Tell you mom, name another real as John, kill a song
'Cause when you feel it, and it make yo' ass chill and calm
Payin' more than just attention for that glass I'm sippin' on
Dog, I would travel half the globe to kiss a broad
Kiddin', ma? Scratch backs, bringin' out them kitten paws
And pull a bottle out that cabinet while that kitchen's warm
Back to attendin' business, do not lay them digits wrong
Dippin' all gangsta, but a renegade, no Crip or John
This is Blu, shit is true, pyramid, period

[Diggy Simmons:]
I know what you're thinkin', thinkin' I do not belong
Tell me Diggy ain't beamin', 'course I should be on this song
Yeah, I'm a child of God, my reflection is on
Yeah, I'm only 15 and, but my sixteens is strong
Didn't want me to shine, now we sharin' the stage
Twice as good as you rhyme, only half of your age
So the remains, and it ain't even how
That Verizon flow, are you hearin' me now?
Word to Wasalu, they was sayin' my future was dark
I had the fame, but my name was missin' the art
So I'm drawin' the line, and I'm crossin' the Ts
And I'm dottin' my Is, barely catchin' my Zs
But I'll be good by the mornin', on my global grind like JoJo
They be lookin' at what I'm puttin' on and, so fly, so fresh at the SoHo
Most niggas don't know though, they can catch me on the first flight
Been workin' on a new mixtape, I got a call from Lupe
But I did it for the love, no check, mate

[Dosage:]
When people said I couldn't, I wouldn't, I made 'em believers
I come from the school of hard knocks and overachievers
From the City of Brotherly Love, they sayin' we need you
To be the voice of the people and go against all this evil
Some people hate it, but I made it, so I'm never concerned
About what they be talkin' about, I've lived and I've learned
With my dream and my drive, I determined my turn
In this business, because I'm in control, meetin' adjourned
I said, "It's Third Degree, y'all heard of we?
I'm Dosage, have you heard of me?"
I come from the bottom, so the top where I deserve to be
Where people say it doesn't matter to be much
I was on the Steppin' Lasers tour, and man, I shooked it up
That was random, but so what? Life is a war, better load up
If you against me, come correct, I am the bomb, watch me blow up (Boom!)
Right before your eyes, forget about the dividends
I just want to say I remember when

[B.o.B:]
Well, it's B to the O, O to the B
You know it's the flow, you know that it's me, I flow to this beat
As easy as goin' to the store and holdin' receipts
And foldin' 'em neat, I'm focused as focused can be
You know I got phobias, please, approach me with peace
Or things could get heated and you'll get ferociously beat
Speakin' of ferociously beat, you know that girl 'Nique?
You know she's a freak, but anyway, back to what I'm supposed to be
Sayin' all over this beat, you know that we Gs
You see all the crowns, you know that we kings, you notice the rings
Everywhere we go, we roll with the team, yeah
And you know that we lasers, so you know that we beam
It's the All City varsity, hard-headed squad
We played y'all spades, y'all handle y'all cards
But we ain't all odds, we just blaze, man
Y'all playin' checkers in this game, this is chess, y'all pawns

 

[fox69]

"I'm Dat Nigga"
(feat. T.I.)

"I'm Dat Nigga"
(feat. T.I.)



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

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]

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

 

[fox69]

"I'm That Nigga"
(feat. T.I.)

"I'm That Nigga"
(feat. T.I.)



[Intro: sample]
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga

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

[T.I. talking over the chorus]
Yeah, so
You already know, Hey
I'm the hottest nigga you done heard in a long time
Introducing you to the hottest nigga you heard in a long time
Hey

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Mega pimp, super clean, the coolest in the universe
Niggaz hating on what he doing just mad cuz they ain't do it first
His name pop up when you hit play or on your Google search
Bitches bow they head and bend they knees just like they do in church
Drop dope into her purse before you get into her skirt
She agree to do the work before she get into the vert
Till my pine box drop down into the dirt
I'm a be by far the hottest nigga, known to the Earth
In the air, I fly, can't compare my
Swagger to another rapper, don't you dare try
Anyone with a pair of eyes can look and see
No legacy will ever be next to me or near by
Though I invite you all to try, hey, I'm a fair guy
Just approach with caution, be aware because I don't share my
Throne, my crown I own
Hottest flow on any song, I'm on, I'm gone, nigga

[Break: sample]
I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga

[Chorus]

[T.I. talking over chorus]
Hey! B.o.B, you up next, baby!
Hey! Grand Hustle, nigga!
If I ain't the hottest nigga on the universe
I guess I'll have to do until he gets here, nigga!

[B.o.B] Here I go!
[T.I.] Hey Call me a lie, nigga! Yeah

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I'm that nigga that you heard about by word of mouth
They probably say I change the music in the dirty south
Now that the word is out, the timing is perfect now
To take all of these hypocritical rumor and burn em down
If you observe the doubt, you'd see what they worried about
They say I sound like Dre when I'm rapping my verses now
Honestly, I could give a fuck what you're blurting out
Point, blank, I'm in the game rocking my jersey now
So jazz it to me or pay me no mind
Either way you're gonna be hearing me all of the time
Whether on Greg Street or 107.9
Or on your favorite rap blog on your favorite rap website
And if that ain't right show me straight to the judge
Just like Brian Nichols I ain't spitting nothing but slugs
Venemous blood in my veins, chemicals up in my brain
Yes I resemeble a criminal, B.o.Bizzle, you ain't fucking with mayn

[Break]

[Outro: T.I. (B.o.B)]
Okay, you got that (I'm gone, mayn
I kinda, I kinda feel like I got you, man)
Hehehe (I had to kinda show you up, man
I ain't really wanna make you look bad, really, honestly)
Ay, man, ay man that laughing, that laugh is natural
Because I'm literally amused by your sentiment
I mean if you really feel that, know what I'm sayin
That the likes of the second verse can even
Slighlty compare with the immaculence (Hahaha)
Then I must take a chuckle...Hahaha
You know what I'm saying, but never no mind
(We can have em blog about it)
Abosulutely, man, I'll let you guys be the judge
(You know you gonna do it anyway, fuck it)
B.o.B or T.I.P. Know what I'm saying, you be the judge, dog
(Which could be the better acronym for the song)
But you know what either way it's Grand Hustle!
Hahahaha (Ah-haha)

[Chorus until fade]

 

[fox69]

"I'Ont Really"
(feat. Scotty ATL)

"I'Ont Really"
(feat. Scotty ATL)



(KE on the Track)
[Scotty ATL:] Bob what up man?
[B.o.B:] What's up fool?
[Scotty ATL:] These niggas out here hustlin' for a [?]
[Scotty ATL:] You know I don't really fuck with these niggas right?
[B.o.B:] Fuck 'em
[B.o.B:] Talk' to em [x3]
[Scotty ATL:] Real nigga ain't never for the hustle for the [?]
[Scotty ATL:] Real nigga ATL

[Scotty ATL:]
Two three times had to fall on my face
And you supposed to be a nigga I can trust
You ain't never pulled at a real nigga fall I recall
You just schemin' on the niggas in your own in the circle you were
Lying on the internet, putting nigga lame
Talking real shit niggas ain't real
You just trying to [?] nigga I can feel
Told 'em I ain't fucking with these niggas I'mma focus on my own shit
Cool Club for life, had the [?] on
Kanye, getting fucked by all that
Finna turn like car keys (turn up), with a
Bad bitch, and a cup full of Cognac
[?] this a carjack, I be
Ridin' like a motherfucking [?] valet
With the Swiss full of [?], yeah I
Need that, these niggas on my last nerve
Who you trying to impress, you be trickin' [?]
Yeah niggas ain't ball like
We can can see it on your IG, you be
Tryin' too hard you don't even live your own life
Getting line like a [?], take over time
Give me head like MJ
Post a clip on OJ
R.I.P my nigga OJ, they ain't know

[Hook:]
Man I don't really fuck with these niggas
Man I don't really fuck with these niggas
I don't really fuck with these niggas I don't
Fuck with these niggas, man I don't really
Fuck with these niggas
Man I don't really fuck with these niggas
I don't really fuck with these niggas i don't
Fuck with these nigass, man I don't really
Fuck with these niggas

[Scotty ATL:]
Show a nigga love he get shitted on (Shitted on)
Man Hollywood, now I ball like fuck 'em
Me and cut the tees out the top of the colored [?]
See me they can see me hold a mothefucking [?]
XXL even complex, no radio
On tour getting good dough
Meeting tightwads, I don't know about the pudding but
They don't know about hood though
Give a foot long, I'm just tryin' to get the long bread
Get some ass out my [?]
In the [?], chasing paper like a maniac
Man we struggle way too long
Want a lambo, just to ride wanna feel like
Ace [?] on a good park
And the good lord, help me blow up help me getting rich
Help me make it real real far
Know just one thing, niggas act like they wanna see
They just wanna see take outs
Never for them, so I grind I ain't letting off
I ain't taking no days off
We were cool with them, but they were hating I can feel it
They were hating I can feel it
I'mma make 'em look bad, jealous heart at that boy
Watch a real nigga kill it

[Hook]

Man I feel like fuck these niggas
I ain't really feeling near one of these niggas
I'm worldwide boy you just a one street nigga
In my beat ballin' Barry Bond league hitters
I ain't got I ain't got no handout for these niggas
But lyrically I'mma make examples out of niggas
They gon' fuck around and put Atlanta out a nigga
You ain't got to tell I whip the lambo out on niggas
Yeah catch heat make a camel out of niggas
They gon' swear they got the Rambo out the ghetto
What the fuck you fantasize a nigga
It ain't real beef unless they pullin' ammo out of niggas
How can niggas even think they on my level (On my level)
When they're too many niggas thinking on my level (All over)
Take a minute nigga think of something clever
If it's numbers to this shit I"m going meta
I won't say I'm a vet, just somewhere between the best
And ahead of the rest, next level finesse
Heavy metal possessed
Bullshit to my right, pool pit to my left
That ain't neither here nor there, nevertheless
Just tell your friend bring a lighter and song
Both my eyes low like Cheech and Chong
Bobby Ray Bands in your camera phone
If I ain't on your TV boy you got the channel wrong

[Hook]

[Scotty ATL:]
Yeah what it do man it's your boy Scotty ATL man checkin' in one time, you know what I'm sayin'? Man shout out to niggas out there geting the motherfuckin' money man you know? Y'all niggas say No Jan-re, we say No Genre, you feel me? Where we from that A-Town and you know what I'm talkin' 'bout so we just talk like that. No Genre nigga not No Jan-re. Get that shit right, fool. Scotty ATL Cool Club, what's happening? Turn up in this bitch man, leggo

 

[fox69]

"In The Air"
(feat. Lin-Z & London Jae)

"In The Air"
(feat. Lin-Z & London Jae)



[Lin-Z:]
(Woo, Yeah, All Right, All right)

[Lin-Z:]
I'mma make you hit the dance floor with this one
Don't got a man but you better get one
Girl, pick it up and make it go low
Put it on him good, gotta make him wine fo' it
Hands in the air if you're getting to the money
Middle of the party and I'm bizzin' like honey
Dude at the bar so smooth like butter
Ass like woah, yeah, word to your mother

[Pre-Hook - London Jae:]
With a song like this, don't it make you wanna dance?
Get out your seat and grab a hand, don't be afraid to take a chance
When it feel like this, don't it put you in the mood?
Right foot, left foot, just feel the groove
Put your hands in the air, get in the mood

[Hook - London Jae:]
In the air (move yo body, move yo body)
In the air (move yo body, move yo body)
In the air (move yo body)
(Till you're grabbin' on the clouds)
In the air
In the air (hands up, hands up)
In the air (hands up, hands up)
Till you're grabbin' on the clouds
In the air

[B.o.B:]
Aye, cameras pop, look at who just throw the show
Got they' hands up in the air, wave my chad [?]
Rappers lookin' like my sons, got more kids than Shawty Lo
If they want a grind game, I do more than tie the scope
I've been smokin' so long, I bring swishas by the boat
Your bitch choosin' so hard, eenie meenie miney moe
Would've thought I was in court, the way she noticed me
Money grown, guess that's why I bought the older me
High for so long, I don't recognize the sober me
Pourin' out weed, my definition of poetry
No Genre the label, recognized globally, ha
You're only poppin' if it's locally
My hittas tussed up the night
With the snub, in case you get it fucked up tonight
But I can't lie, man, I love this life
I hold my team down, but we goin' up tonight, the label

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook 2 - London Jae:]
In the air (put yo hands in the air)
In the air (put yo hands in the air)
In the air
Till you're grabbin' on the clouds
In the air (put yo hands in the air)
In the air (put yo hands in the air)
In the air
Till you're grabbin' on the clouds
In the air

[Lin-Z:]
All the sexy ladies in the house tonight
All try to get it right tonight
Hands in the air all night tonight
Damn, I'm lookin' out of sight tonight, I'm alright tonight
By the boss with the squad, we flexin'
Two steppin', we reppin', VIP section
Young and restless, swag on fleek, givin' lessons
Class in session
[B.o.B:]
And I'm the professor, so are there any questions?
She said come and get this work, I gave her extra credit
Only the best get accepted, therefore they extra jealous
Used to sneak on campus, battling freshmen
Summa cum laude, dorm room shawty
Hit a cheerleader with a porn move shawty
And I don't know what loser sound like
But I know what good music sound like when it sound like this, bitch

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook 2]

(Ok, well)
Till you grabbin on the clouds in the air
Well, till you grabbin' on the clouds in the air
Y'all gon' turn the lights on and be naked

 

[fox69]

"Intro"

"Intro"


Who the fuck, is Bob?
Who the fuck is Bob? [2X]
That is the question, that I'm pretty sure
everybody who has this, CD on right now, is askin
Just who the fuck IS Bob?
Y'know, when I really got into Bob I heard "Cloud 9"
or I heard "Haterz," or I heard
"Grip Yo' Body" with Amy Winehouse
or I y'know I checked MySpace every day
or y'know I heard "I'll Be in the Sky"
I heard he was on TIP's album, I heard he signed with Grand Hustle
WHO THE FUCK IS THIS GUY?! And why does his name keep poppin up?
And why do I catch his name, in my mouth all the time? No homo
But, y'know, I just really wanna introduce myself, y'know
I go by Bobby Ray - that's my name
That's what you can call me if you feel like it
or you can call me B.o.B or Bob; anyway, look
I'm not even gonna get into it FULLY, not yet!
That's why we have this mixtape
So without further adieu, I introduce to you
"Who The Fuck Is B.o.B?"
MLK, DJ Scream, DJ Spin, let's...