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Yeah Statik Selektah You know what's up, nigga We really don't play around Look, the yay on the stove, my nigga Need new batteries for my scale, we be weighin' them O's, my nigga Shooters sniffin' filthy just to stay on his toes, my nigga Fifty round sticks, niggas sprayin' with those, my nigga (Brrr) I got hit in my throat Face twisted up but I'm still sick with the flow (Hah) You niggas sick as me? No, you niggas sick of me, I know But you bitch niggas know you get your shit split if you approach Nigga I'm GOAT, Grimiest Of All Time when I spitted this dope Payed a grip for the coat (Ooh) the slippers is four Ride with a stick in the Ghost, but even when I was broke The Smith & was close, niggas was gеttin' smoked Hit the back of your head, I'ma lift it with thе toast (Uh-huh) I got hit in the back of my head but nigga I'm still afloat (Ha) The Machine nigga, the light green, nigga I send my youngin' through there to do a sting, nigga (Brrr, grrah) We really don't play around Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound Everybody lose if anybody stay around SongtexteWe really don't play around Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound Everybody lose if anybody stay around Yeah, nobody move, nobody get hurt (Hurt) Toni take a Adderall, he gon' take a Perc (Toni) Christian Dior shirt pressed (Uh) King of the jungle, might lace my shorty with a fur dress (Damn) Now four niggas tried to sing on me, quartet (Woo) PPP came in and got a Corvette (Vroom) Momma text me and said I need more rest But I heard they think I'ma lose, I need more bets (I need more) This the synchronized swimmin' addition Two bowls full of babies in the fetal position Crack talk, trap talk if you bein' specific And I'm all about my bread, I need that in a jiffy We really don't play around Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools you lay down Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound Everybody lose if anybody stay around We really don't play around Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound Everybody lose if anybody stay around This crack rap, trap rap This that eenie meenie miney mo God damn, .44 at your grandmammy door If you ain't got my sack wrapped (Sack wrapped) Knock-knock, hello, brap-brap That'll show you the use for the tool Tough playin' nigga lame but a nigga play it cool Now your grandmother on the evening news (News) Man, I'm the meanest, cleanest, pugilist genius grabbing my penis Crucified, niggas thought I died, I'm back, I'm Jesus (I'm Jesus) Got crack in the back Got gas in the pack, got pills for the addict (Addict) I'm a Rolex rocker The Roley, the AP deluxe and the Pateks (Pateks) Street politics Sold white dope right in front of your house (Your house) I be the reason your aunty's skeezin' And your uncle sold your couch (Your couch) Dope boy, dope boy I ask, "Do we got a problem?" like Doughboy (Doughboy) You ain't really nothin' but a hoe boy You ain't really, you ain't really want that smoke boy Look at my team and look at your team Man, we really mean that shit We came in with the sticks We can get to aimin' and flamin' that shit (Shit) Look at your woman gettin' all anxious, talkin' piece of shit Still on my dope boy script, look at her, tell her, "Shut up, bitch" Play around Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound Everybody lose if anybody stay around We really don't play around Call me Bob the Builder, got the tools to lay you down Don't nobody move and don't nobody make a sound Everybody lose if anybody stay around Aus Songtexte Mania