Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PoW WoW , by - B.o.B. Song from the album Elements, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
PoW WoW |
| We will ensure that our government never opens the door to the use of cloning… |
| for human reproduction. |
| It is dangerous, profoundly wrong and has no place in our society or any |
| society. |
| This order is an important step in advancing-- |
| But when everything comes out it’s going to blow the lid off of everything, |
| because this is the biggest damn story in human history, and it’s simply this: |
| You are not alone and you have never been alone |
| Bobby Ray, Bandz |
| Bobby Ray ha-ha |
| Show your belly button if you ain’t a clone |
| Show your belly button if you ain’t a clone |
| Show your belly button if you ain’t a clone |
| If you a surrogate you homegrown |
| Why you still got them damn panties on? |
| Why you still on your damn camera phone? |
| Bobby Ray Bandz on Genghis Khan |
| Walking in with the damn Daniels on |
| Haters on my dick, no I ain’t alone |
| Airports sell too much damn cologne |
| State niggas wear too much damn cologne |
| Pack so loud smell it through the phone |
| Bob when you gonna write a book for shits sake? |
| But niggas don’t read so I keep making mixtapes |
| I keep making mixtapes |
| Everyone I meet shop a beat or a mixtape |
| See they plan to enslave |
| And make a billion dollars just off inmates |
| Clone meat your intake |
| Chicken look like it do nothing but lift weights |
| And you just fixed the big plate |
| Kids looking growing by fifth grade |
| Other day I saw a baby in a stroller |
| Little nigga had a goatee and a temp fade |
| Goatee and a temp fade, goatee and a temp fade, goatee and a temp fade |
| If chemtrails are clouds when I pee it’s lemonade |
| Over and out, air force flying over my house |
| Helicopters flying over the crib |
| We get it, you know where I live |
| No fucks, you know what I give |
| No chill, fuck |
| Cornrows, |
| Get harder than malaria still |
| Get harder than surgical steel |
| I give it to her she like, 'Hercules real' |
| Verbally kill, I hurt you for real |
| I’m from the city where the goons often lurking the field |
| And if the cops don’t kill then the murderers will |
| Can’t hire these stripes, gotta earn them for real |
| How you gon' search for what’s real |
| When all the preachers that you worship be perverted for real |
| And this will never play on syndicated radio |
| Cause that’s just the way it goes |
| Yeah, in my bloodline, uh |
| Cherokee in my bloodline, yeah |
| Cheekbones in my bloodline, yeah |
| Weed shows in my bloodline, yeah |
| In my bloodline, in my bloodline, in my bloodline |
| Wanna cross me out like a plus sign, uh |
| What’s behind a supernatural, is it actual? |
| I blow your mind like explosives in a cantaloupe |
| A stick of dynamite in your cantaloupe |
| Astral project, I astral catapult |
| What the fuck you laughing for? |
| Chain hang from my clavicle |
| You were inside of my admiral |
| Eat you like an enzyme or a cannibal |
| Like I’m holding election with Hannibal Lecter |
| Tied up in the stretcher hitting on a professor |
| Man I roll up the lettuce |
| Get stoned like Rosetta |
| Too faded tryna hold it together |
| You’ve been demoted a letter |
| You slow enough to trigger motion detector |
| You could lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink |
| You can lead someone to knowledge but you can’t make him think, Bandz |
| Yeah, in my bloodline, uh |
| Cherokee in my bloodline, yeah |
| Cheekbones in my bloodline, yeah |
| Weed shows in my bloodline, yeah |
| In my bloodline, in my bloodline, in my bloodline |
| Wanna cross me out like a plus sign, uh |