B.O.B. lyrics : "Welcome To The Jungle"
The war between the worlds, time to wheel the cannons in
I'm out here salamandering
They out here slandering
Try to smear a ^!$$%s image down, damn who's the camera man?
Where's the man to man talk
What a f-ck? Get up off the nipple, man
Let your momma have a mammogram,
Busting like Sammy Sam
^!$$%s can't even see me on the beat
Like a blind pianist at a band exam
But f-ck a punch line, f-ck a metaphor
F-ck the ^!$$%s who said they wasn't feeling me before
Life is like a movie, I just write the score,
Let me dumb it down, maybe you can understand me more!
I got no time for this shock jock, get up above my @@#!,
Put the mic down, you're looking sixty four!
I'm guessing I'm the ^!$$% that they love to hate
But they still watch a ^!$$%, and they pay attention more!
Closer to my words, and closer you observe
Trying to decipher the flow you ^!$$%s know this %#@! 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 f-ck about your interviews
^!$$%s talk, hoes too, but they know I'm one of the coldest overall and general
The more I ball the more the haters run
When you f-ck the game, the problems gonna come
Back down never, I'm never known to run
F-ck life and get high, that's what I call overcoming obstacles
Get up of my tosticles, I got the sun to control
I'm callin' audibles, I know what I gotta do
When you travel on this road, man after a while
Nobody's either on the side of you
Reaching out the other artists for a wider view
In reality artists just don't have the time for you
It is what it is, I don't take it personal
But it's a jungle out, and lions don't eat vegetables.
I mean veggies, I'm all about my
I don't smoke and I'm never on the reggie
I'm going full speed, but I don't know where I'm heading
So keep up my yard and never touch my hedges
I'm on the edge, you should never cross the line
^!$$%s feel safe when they're online
But I'm out here touring, they out here keyboarding
I'm bout to show what the f-ck a high score is
So let me do this for east side (*##$
Decatuer GA, on six!
Call it what you want, but real recognize real
So the hush ^!$$%s don't even exist!
Ah, Grand Hustle, yeah it's B.o.B
Said free T.I.P, now the ^!$$% 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.
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