Lyrics: Bob George
Artist: Jay-Z
Album: The Black Album
Song: Bob George
Released: 2003
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Bob George lyrics
Let me see ya dance
New coat, huh?
That's nice
Did you buy it?
Yeah, right
You seeing that rich motherfucker again
You know who I'm talking about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don't try to play me 4 yesterday's fool
Cuz I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week
I'm sorry baby, that's the rules
I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker
And all you do is suck up food and heat
Say what? Oh yeah?
4 someone who can't stand them T.V. dinners
You sure eat enought of them motherfuckers
Who bought you that diamond ring?
Yeah, right.
Since when did you have a job?
You seeing that rich motherfucker again
What's his name? Bob?
Bob, ain't that a bitch?
What's he do for a living?
Manage rock stars?
Who?
Prince?
Ain't that a bitch?
That skinny motherfucker with the high voice?
Please, who do I look like baby?
Yesterday's fool?
Don't you know I will kill you now?
You’re fuckin' right.
I gotta gun
You think I don't?
Then what's this?
Oh, you quiet now
Uh uh!
Little? Yeah, right. It might be little but it's loud
Yeah, right.
Uh uh!
Now put that suitcase down
And go in there
And put on that wig I bought you
No, No
No, No
The reddish-brown one
Bob, ain't that a bitch?
Oh
Gotcha
Got ya
Hey Bob, If you’re out there, let me see you dance
You said you was funky
C'mon, c'mon
Ain't that a bitch?
Bob
(Come out with your hands up)
I'll kick your ass (This is your last warning)
Think I won't? (Oh no! The nigger's got a laser)
(Let's get the hell out of here)
Is Mr. George home?
Hello, Mr. George?
This is your conscience, motherfucker
Why don't you leave motherfuckers alone?
What's wrong with you? {"Operator, what city please?"}
Well, why can't we just dance?
Why can't we just dance?
No, fuck that, fuck that
I don't talk about you, I don't talk about you
Wit' yo' little almond-shaped head ass
Who the fuck do you think this is?
I'll kick your ass... twice
Bob, If you’re out there
Let me see you dance
You said you were funky, c'mon
B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what'd it say
Same motherfuckin' shit
Turn it out
Bob, ain't that a bitch?
New coat, huh?
That's nice
Did you buy it?
Yeah, right
You seeing that rich motherfucker again
You know who I'm talking about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don't try to play me 4 yesterday's fool
Cuz I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week
I'm sorry baby, that's the rules
I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker
And all you do is suck up food and heat
Say what? Oh yeah?
4 someone who can't stand them T.V. dinners
You sure eat enought of them motherfuckers
Who bought you that diamond ring?
Yeah, right.
Since when did you have a job?
You seeing that rich motherfucker again
What's his name? Bob?
Bob, ain't that a bitch?
What's he do for a living?
Manage rock stars?
Who?
Prince?
Ain't that a bitch?
That skinny motherfucker with the high voice?
Please, who do I look like baby?
Yesterday's fool?
Don't you know I will kill you now?
You’re fuckin' right.
I gotta gun
You think I don't?
Then what's this?
Oh, you quiet now
Uh uh!
Little? Yeah, right. It might be little but it's loud
Yeah, right.
Uh uh!
Now put that suitcase down
And go in there
And put on that wig I bought you
No, No
No, No
The reddish-brown one
Bob, ain't that a bitch?
Oh
Gotcha
Got ya
Hey Bob, If you’re out there, let me see you dance
You said you was funky
C'mon, c'mon
Ain't that a bitch?
Bob
(Come out with your hands up)
I'll kick your ass (This is your last warning)
Think I won't? (Oh no! The nigger's got a laser)
(Let's get the hell out of here)
Is Mr. George home?
Hello, Mr. George?
This is your conscience, motherfucker
Why don't you leave motherfuckers alone?
What's wrong with you? {"Operator, what city please?"}
Well, why can't we just dance?
Why can't we just dance?
No, fuck that, fuck that
I don't talk about you, I don't talk about you
Wit' yo' little almond-shaped head ass
Who the fuck do you think this is?
I'll kick your ass... twice
Bob, If you’re out there
Let me see you dance
You said you were funky, c'mon
B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what'd it say
Same motherfuckin' shit
Turn it out
Bob, ain't that a bitch?
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