programmin' My man, Bob Marley, hey, my man, 'I'm Jammin' You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin' the Hip hop crowd makes me rrah rrah rrah
son I was in the Hamptons In a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch flappin' I plan to take over New York and start expandin' Was Bob Marley singin' about
grimy ass a blood bath Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm rich Cause I learned, to seperated the money from the bitch Don't hate me cause I'm paid, hate me
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
about my past friends K-Rock and Diesel, Primo from the same block as me since we was shorties, they're paintin project glory I get touched, it all absorb me
closest to the Bob Marley box set And boom and anyhow you nuh feel me yet Well, chances are you might soon go def Me have a clip fully loaded and one
touch, 'cause it ain't slangin' dust I'm writin' this, right now under the influence With impudence towards those that say I shouldn't do this Bob Marley
Say the spirit lives It's living in the people It keeps comin' back, comin' back and It's the same every time Oh, Bob Marley he sang
me say u gi it weh cuz u kno me believe inna everything u say wife me a look me nuh want nuh stregge me fi be u bob marley u a me reggae a u me love
(by Bob Marley) (Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wa!) See them fighting for power (ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wa!), But they know not the hour (ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh
not IPod Bob Marley Red M3 drop uhh, [Verse 1: Rihanna] Tonight I'm a give it to ya harder Tonight I'm a turn ya body out Relax; let me do it how I wanna
- capital O- Lets go Lets go Lets go [Verse: Fabolous] I got a swag like the hustlers from Harlem had I'm blowin' on a drag like Marley had The bitches
quit. Chorus 2X Ya I get high. You might see me stroll by in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye. I'm sick now. I think I'm catching glaucoma. See me
darling darling, Baby Doll (Justin) Touch me, Hold me, Show me, Your love (Justin) Show me, Hold me, Touch me, My love (Nelly) Baby Doll (Justin)
I - smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy I smoke like Bob Marley did After that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies Spit with the finishing touch
wanna pay off disaster! Hide ya from Cypress! - All around hypin'! Songs like these keep bringing up my prices. (BRINGIN' UP MY PRICES!) Dog in the food in 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