prince - bob george lyrics
(gal)
let me see ya dance
new coat, huh?
that’s nice
did u buy it?
yeah, right
u seeing that rich motherf-cker again
u know who i’m talking about
that slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
don’t try to play me 4 yesterday’s fool
cuz i’ll slap your -ss into the middle of next week
i’m sorry baby, that’s the rules
i pay the rent in this raggedy motherf-cker
and all u do is suck up food and heat
say what? oh yeah?
4 someone who can’t stand them t.v. dinners
u sure eat enought of them motherf-ckers
who bought u that diamond ring?
yeah, right.
since when did u have a job?
u seeing that rich motherf-cker again
what’s his name? bob?
bob, ain’t that a b-tch?
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?
please, who do i look like baby?
yesterday’s fool?
don’t u know i will kill u now?
u’re f-ckin’ right.
i gotta gun
u think i don’t?
then what’s this?
oh, u quiet now
uh uh!
little? yeah, right. it might be little but it’s loud
yeah, right.
uh uh!
now put that suitcase down
and go in there
and put on that wig i bought u
no, no
no, no
the reddish-brown one
bob, ain’t that a b-tch?
oh
gotcha
got ya
hey bob, if u’re out there, let me see u dance
u said u was funky
c’mon, c’mon
ain’t that a b-tch?
bob
(come out with your hands up)
i’ll kick your -ss (this is your last warning)
think i won’t? (oh no! the n-gg-r’s got a laser)
(let’s get the h-ll out of here)
is mr. george home?
h-llo, mr. george? {note: the high pitched voice}
this is your conscience, motherf-cker {that responds to his call, when}
why don’t u leave motherf-ckers alone? {slowed down to about 2 rpm, says}
what’s wrong with u? {“operator, what city please?”}
well, why can’t we just dance?
why can’t we just dance?
no, f-ck that, f-ck that
i don’t talk about u, i don’t talk about u
wit’ yo’ little almond-shaped head -ss
who the f-ck do u think this is?
i’ll kick your -ss… twice
bob, if u’re out there
let me see u dance
u said u were funky, c’mon
b-o-b, spell the sh-t backwards, what’d it say
same motherf-ckin’ sh-t
turn it out
bob, ain’t that a b-tch?
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