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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 motherfucker 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 ass into the middle of next week I'm sorry baby, that's the rules I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker 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 motherfuckers Who bought u that diamond ring? Yeah, right. Since when did u have a job? U seeing that rich motherfucker again What's his name? Bob? Bob, ain't that a bitch? What's he do for a living? Manage rock stars? Who? Prince? Ain't that a bitch? That skinny motherfucker 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 fuckin' 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 bitch? 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 bitch? Bob (Come out with your hands up) I'll kick your ass (This is your last warning) Think I won't? (Oh no! The nigger's got a laser) (Let's get the hell out of here) Is Mr. George home? Hello, Mr. George? {Note: The high pitched voice} This is your conscience, motherfucker {that responds to his call, when} Why don't u leave motherfuckers 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, fuck that, fuck that I don't talk about u, I don't talk about u Wit' yo' little almond-shaped head ass Who the fuck do u think this is? I'll kick your ass... twice Bob, if u're out there Let me see u dance U said u were funky, c'mon B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what'd it say Same motherfuckin' shit Turn it out Bob, ain't that a bitch |
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