Bobby Be Real (feat.Tech N9ne & Madchild)

Текст песни Slaine - Bobby Be Real (feat.Tech N9ne & Madchild)

Tell the motherfuckers to shut the fuck up in the background
There's a new song and dance goin' on, yeah

Up in the MGM Grand with ten G's in his hand
Coked out, drinkin', thinkin' of the reasons he's planned
For shit to get hot as the summer 'til it's freezin' again
Bullets pop off, hit you like it's grease from the pan

Man, he don't believe in the law
Is it all regards? Demons and lords
Stackin' up paper, schemin' the broads
What's his name, is it Steven or George?

Half of the time, that's where the crime is
Kids, he's been involved
Scare bids, even it off
Divas got his evenin' revolvin'

Not even the problem, the meanest of all
But the semen's evolved to get his penis and balls in
Lisa and all, who's a piece of shit whore
With some creaks in her jaw that squeaks like a dolphin
He don't even do drugs, he's gettin' off 'em
He crashes into a wall, crawls in the coffin

Bobby be real (Bobby be real)
They told him, "Bobby be real" (Bobby be real)
They said, "Life isn't easy, keep holdin' on to that wobbly wheel"
(Hold on that wobbly wheel, ooh)

Bobby be real (Bobby be real)
They told him, "Bobby be real" (Bobby be real)
They said, "Life isn't easy, keep holdin' on to that wobbly wheel"
(Hold on that wobbly wheel, ooh)

I told 'em before you go to pack a Jimmy
With a Jammy, 'cause who you like is pokin' Minnie
She's open like Cedars, Mickey D's and Denny's (yeah)
He never listen, so we don't take any (yeah)

Hopped on the bitch naked, when she got the clapper (yeah)
Somebody was at the door, they came to jack her (yeah)
Broke in the crib, every one of 'em got the strappers
But Bobby done brung nothin' but his dirty dagger (yeah)

These psycho shooters came and plotted the ho (yeah)
Seen a sucker, so they shot at the bro (yeah)
They want Bobby straight demolished, abolished
And then they caught it, I woulda brought in the four (yeah)
The family's all blood, sick as hell 'cause somethin' raw called
I was one of the friends at Bobby's funeral, like, "Oh no"

Bobby be real (Bobby be real)
They told him, "Bobby be real" (Bobby be real)
They said, "Life isn't easy, keep holdin' on to that wobbly wheel"
(Hold on that wobbly wheel, ooh)

Bobby be real (Bobby be real)
They told him, "Bobby be real" (Bobby be real)
They said, "Life isn't easy, keep holdin' on to that wobbly wheel"
(Hold on that wobbly wheel, ooh)

I got a problem (what?)
I think that, probably, my kemosabe's actually Bobby
Five in the mornin', down in the lobby
Drunk but on coke so he's not even wobbly

He got his problems, hope he can solve 'em
Talkin' to bitches that look like a goblin (ew)
He's doin' coke, and he think that she's dope
But her feet are as big as a couple toboggans

Once every month or so, quits and goes joggin'
Knowin' there's somethin' that's wrong with his noggin'
Spends all his money and drives a jalopy
Acting's his passion and rap is his hobby

Smashin' and bashin', his fashion is sloppy
Laughin' and lashin' out, actin' up oddly
He's got a crew, and when they all start mobbin'
That's when my brother Slaine turns into Bobby

Bobby be real (Bobby be real)
They told him, "Bobby be real" (Bobby be real)
They said, "Life isn't easy, keep holdin' on to that wobbly wheel"
(Hold on that wobbly wheel, ooh)

Bobby be real (Bobby be real)
They told him, "Bobby be real" (Bobby be real)
They said, "Life isn't easy, keep holdin' on to that wobbly wheel"
(Hold on that wobbly wheel, ooh)