the weed indeed Bow down to the great Bob Digi Digi Yo, it must be Bobby Oh, no, it must be Bobby Oh, no, it must be Bobby Oh, no, it must be I keep rice
the heat up to one hundred two Tarzan and Jane Tarzan and Jane Now they're ripping their shirts and their tights Now they're swinging from fluorescent lights Look at Bob
'all broads Let y'all tongue massage this dick Also balls Give you back shots and big 4-door cars Love how your head bob up and down like see-saws See
grills, pretty broads, and plenty mills ah Ridin to myself up in my baby benz Playin' tens, goin shoppin with my lady friends Flyin' to Nashville, me and bob
Chocolate Thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in your cars, bang us in your jeep, bang that shit retarded 12 O'Clock RZA, Bob Digi,
high, sky high, sky high, sky high, sky high Now who done stepped in, the nigga B-I-G the secret weapon boi Slicka than black ice throwin' these flows Like rice
Damn! I don't know what it was but it hit me hard "Uh" Jannell's a Rican, U know? And them beans and rice is a habit at Jannell's house, U know?
Damn I don't know what it was but it hit me hard Jannell's a Rican, you know? And them beans and rice is a habit at Jannell's house, you know? I grab
like my own bleedin' corazon There's a man comin' over here Sellin' silver and souvenirs And I will pay full price For your name on a grain of rice
(Bob Dylan) There's an evenin' haze settlin' over town Starlight by the edge of the creek The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down Money's gettin
all praised the king now Cause I remember Steave Bikos life was taken Mandela imprisoned promises broken Africas awaiting Bob Marley was poisoned Marcos Garvey was sold for beans and rice
The hudred bar monster, spit without hawkin up Smash your whole roster, fuck what it cost ya Fuck what it cost me, join the army Smoke Bob Marley, the
minds like Xavier's in mutants While you should get smart about chaos and mcontrol your style is *old* with no *soul* like Bob Dole Even seeming simpletons
the Tampa Bay Bucs and Miami Hurricanes (whuuut...) Now I like my shoes clean with a fresh pair of jeans And some rice and some beans and a box of Krispy
high (repeat 10X) [Verse 4: Big Boi] Now who done stepped in? The nigga the B-I-B the secret weapon Boi Slicker that Black Ice, throwin these flows like rice
brew Two-two inside the shoe No describin what this heat, in my jacket could do I teach, seeds to read, never reach for the weed indeed Bow down to the great Bob
Choclate thai, all in my eye, I'm never broken-hearted Bang us in ya cars, bang us in ya Jeep, bang that shit retarded [Intro: 12 O'Clock (RZA)] (Bob
