prince – bob george [live in dortmund, 1988] lyrics
new coat, huh?
that’s nice
did you buy it?
yeah, right
you seeing that rich motherf+cker again
you know who i’m talking about
that sl!cked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
don’t try to play me for yesterday’s fool
i’ll slap your ass into the middle of next week
that’s right baby, them’s the rules
i pay the rent in this raggedy motherf+cker
and all you do is suck up food and heat
who bought you this diamond ring?
what’s his name? bob?
bob, what’s he do for a living?
manage rock stars?
who?
prince?
ain’t that a b+tch?
that skinny motherf+cker with the high voice?
who do i look like baby?
don’t you know i will k!ll you now?
“you f+cking around?”
i’ve got a gun
think i don’t?
then what’s this?
oh you quiet now, huh?
bob, ain’t that a b+tch
[?]
lan lan, lan lan lan
oh sh+t!
“come out with your hands up!”
f+ck you coming to get me!
sh+t
h+llo? mr. george?
this is camille
how come we can’t have a party?
how come we can’t dance?
love?! i’m about no love!
it ain’t about no love it’s about money!
it’s about the party!
hey excuse me, hold up somebody at my door
aw sh+t!
our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy+thy+thy kingdom come
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