Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bobby Be Real, artist - Slaine.
Date of issue: 18.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bobby Be Real |
Tell them motherfuckers to shut the fuck up in the background! |
There’s a new song and dance going on! |
Up in the MGM Grand with 10 Gs 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 he believe in the law |
Is it all regards? |
Demons 'n 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 evening revolving |
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 getting 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 holding on to that wobbly wheel |
(Hold on that wobbly wheel ohh) |
Bobby be real (Bobby be real) |
They told him «Bobby be real» («Bobby be real») |
They said life isn’t easy |
Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel |
(Hold on that wobbly wheel ohh) |
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 |
He never listen, so we don’t take any |
Hopped on the bitch naked, when she got the clapper |
Somebody was at the door, they came to jack her |
Broke in the crib, every one of em got the strappers |
But Bobby done brung nothing but his dirty dagger |
Psycho shooters came and plotted the ho |
Seen a sucka so they shot at the bro |
They want Bobby straight demolished, abolished |
And then they caught it, I woulda brought in the fo |
The family’s all blood |
Sick as hell 'cause something 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 holding on to that wobbly wheel |
(Hold on that wobbly wheel ohh) |
Bobby be real (Bobby be real) |
They told him «Bobby be real» («Bobby be real») |
They said life isn’t easy |
Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel |
(Hold on that wobbly wheel ohh) |
I got a problem |
I think that probably my kemosabe’s actually Bobby |
Five in the morning, down in the lobby |
Drunk but on coke so he’s not even wobbly |
He got his problems, hope he can solve 'em |
Talking to bitches that look like a goblin |
He’s doing 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' |
Knowing there’s something that’s wrong with his noggin |
Spends all his money and drives a jalopy |
Actin’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 holding on to that wobbly wheel |
(Hold on that wobbly wheel ohh) |
Bobby be real (Bobby be real) |
They told him «Bobby be real» («Bobby be real») |
They said life isn’t easy |
Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel |
(Hold on that wobbly wheel ohh) |