(8Ball) Yea... Get drunk and throw your cups up and smoke. It aint Bob Marley if you dont cough and choke. All haters somewhere hatin cuz they mad and
living, baby But I can't fly, uh uh, and you can't fly So we gon' have to work it out Work it out, work it out We gon' have to work it out Spread my
How dem a try fi dis me When a we one set di history A nuh we one write di story A nuh we one get di glory When wi happy fi Bob marley Set di pace
' it comes in a three or a four pack In a month or two I'll be back To confer with you on both of my works In my contract, I get crazy perks from Elektra
like down in New Orleans Or maybe like off in the islands Me and you set off sirens Sirens VERSE 2: Boy, you got me on a high like Bob Marley Don't
kottonmouth nation pass it around pass it around the bob marley gets ya super duper high pass it around pass iy around bob marley gets ya super duper high bob marley
together sly as a fox clever than ever Silly ducks write rhymes with feathers Really dope needles are needed to inject this Dope cause I'm a death wish, not even Bob
soul To Hell and back, and back and forth, with same jeans and nappy 'fro [R Prophit] I might, hop off the Harley, spoke mine like Bob Marley Not parties
try, try again Try again} Yo, this my question What's your question? What's Clef got to do with this, got to do with this? What's Clef? I'm not a Bob Marley
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
you think I'm on Eyes low, I'm blown High as a motherfucka, ain't no question bout it Niggas say smoke me out, yea I really doubt it I'm Bob Marley reincarnated
think I'm on Eyes low, I'm blown High as a motherfucka, ain't no question bout it Niggas say smoke me out, yea I really doubt it I'm Bob Marley reincarnated
and sold my soul To Hell and back, and back and forth, with same jeans and nappy 'fro [R Prophit] I might hop off the Harley, smoke pot like Bob Marley
shottie, that 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
like down in New Orleans Or maybe like off in the islands Me and you set off sirens Sirens VERSE 2: Boy, you got me on a high like Bob Marley Don
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 sergent
could see the dawn Like the Bishop Magic Juan, that's why I write freedom songs For the real people [Verse 2] I wonder is the spirits of Bob Marley
professionals My D.I.P.'s we so professional Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sale We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake