b.o.b – organized crime lyrics
[verse 1]
yeah
ski mask, from a wild -ss county called dekalb
might get capped in your knee cap
come back and finish the job while you in rehab
amy winehouse, send you back to rehab
notice the pattern
my flow k!llin’ n-gg-s, black lives matter
punches give you headline fractures
push your hairline backwards
four words, rings bigger than saturn’s
i’m just tryna get by
skipped the first day of high school just to get high
tried to f-ck my second grade teacher back in the day
they kicked me out ’cause i was older than my actual age
i was, i was, i was looking for a cougar b-tch
new n-gg-s be on that groupie sh-t
[refrain]
in my head, i see spooky sh-t, loony sh-t
this, this, this is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic (bandz)
[interlude]
he’s a paranoia who’s a menace to our society
he’s a, he’s a, he’s a paranoia who’s a menace to our society
[verse 2]
these n-gg-s ain’t got the heart they portray
tell them ghetto boys, i’ll put a scar in their face
just go the opposite way
hop in your honda and escape
bobby ray, one with the wolves and i pummel the greats
i’m on a k!llin’ spree, turn up my auxiliary
difference ‘tween me and you, i say the sh-t i really mean
choose the one can feel with me
all about your energy
say she spiritual and s-xual, i guess two different things
you want some hero sh-t?
it’s now a tarentino flick
boom, now you missing, findin’ nemo sh-t
n-gg-s do whatever to survive, i done seen some sh-t
they be snitchin’ for the precinct, get a fingerprint
she a spanish broad but she like that gringo d-ck
ice a b-tch out, sub zero sh-t
i been throwin’ racks for ten summers
b-tch you ain’t save none of it?
say you want the whip, half of that could’ve funded it
she know that i’m a hooligan
she wanna see if her coochie fit
[refrain]
in my head, i see spooky sh-t, loony sh-t
this, this, this is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic (bandz)
[interlude]
he’s a paranoia who’s a menace to our society
he’s a, he’s a, he’s a paranoia who’s a menace to our society
[verse 3]
yeah
went pop, went conscious, ain’t no shuttin’ me up
when it became about the money, that was f-ckin’ me up
i’ll never throw another motherf-cker under the bus
so i’m the only one to blame for second guessin’ my gut
i cut the tv on and nothing’s on but black trauma p-rn
strap in my underarm, loud as a thunderstorm
n-gg-s only hit you back when they need somethin’
then disappear like police comin’
raise your f-cking kids so they don’t run in my crib
sold a funeral home and gotta send you dozens of bills
be lookin’ puzzled for real
i’m from struggle for real
bobby bandz, i ain’t got no f-ck or no chill
flip, flip, wear flip flops to your funeral
treat your grave like a urinal
n-gg-s wouldn’t p-ss me a crumb, now they wanna ask me to prom
i’m tea-baggin’ your mom, b-tch
[outro]
ha, lil’ b-tch
this is what goes on lil’ b-tch
in a mind of a lunatic, b-tch
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