dem a-go work this out (no, we no know); We no know how we and dem a-go work this out (we no know); We no know how we and dem a-go work it out (no, we
dere no more Had to change me lifestyle Do t'ings I never done before So now I'm just a lonely Rastaman Living in dis American town Gonna sell me Bob Marley
On the answer sheet Life's craft is a scrap When you show your work I would listen with a smirk From irony to Irief From Bob Marley smokin? stones At
got cats, likening me to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
My D.I.P.'s, we so professional Got weed, coke, and ecstasy Lean, dope, and wet to sale We blow jars of the dank like Bob Marley was wake Real shocked
it's amazing I'm about to be raisin' Another main man and like his dad they'll praise him And some will hate him, just cause we buildin' a nation Like Bob
millenium That's a science fiction fact Stanley kubrick and his buddy hal Now don't look that abstract So I'll put on my bob marley tape And practice
lookin hard in the video. But, you know. Reality is..it's like I've always told to my husband, it's like, look, you know, we look at Bob Marley, you
dust, I could see the dawn Like the Bishop Magic Juan that's why I write freedom songs For the real people I wonder if the spirits of Bob Marley and
, lie Let's work it out Yeah can we get together Let's work it out Come on lets get together Let's work it out Yeah get yourself together Let's work
now And he's dead and he's face, he's more famous now like He's dead like you know, I, I suppose what a lot like Fuckin' simple economics They reckon Bob Marley
home movie. I'll be the picture, you can be the show. From the screen our love will glow. You got your love, I got mine. Put them together and they'll work
yea Im a foul motherfucker and bitch I ran more trains than a subway from Dunston I cant afford to pop shit my dick the size of one of Bob Marley's clips
bedrock on the bed of rocks I could never get bored I write about Hugsley vs Wibble Force, fuck writin killer chorus Copenhaven curriculum of metaphors Everything from Bob Marley
Pair of chrome gats, blow backs on tha sidewalk, I got my glock poppin' hot rocks in your body, party-hearty, Lodi Dodi Carley, your Daddy smoke like Bob Marley
to cash and fame and sold my soul To Hell and back and back and forth with same jeans and nappy 'fro I might, hop off the Harley, smoke mine like Bob Marley
ain't so exquisite Is it hardly working 'cause it ain't working hard We hardly had a car now I got a car and a Harley Reflecting on this smoking, bumpin' Bob Marley
Stolen from an Africa land Chased out with a knife With a face like Bob Marley And a mouth like a motor-bike Oh well, the bars are always open And the