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bobby grand - the groove (lyrical exercise) كلمات الأغنية

intro –
hands up!
lighters in the sky
you’re under the gl-ss ceiling
break through that b-tch
superman feeling
yea
its groovy!
i don’t know if yall caught on yet
i like that groovy sh-t
you’re welcome!

verse 1 –
look!
bobby james
yea, thats my name
king what i claim
see me what you ain’t
can’t, won’t ever do
lyrical exercise by surprise
some say they never knew!
about this raw talent kicking out these speakers!
got “hood scholar”
& now the whole bay speaking up
giving suggestions
but i don’t need em though
keep a yes-man from round me
soi don’t need the know
get it? i don’t need the no
my career is like dopeheads’ addiction
cause it need the blow
& yours is desert dry. it need a hoe
cause ain’t n-body giving a f-ck
about the rhymes you kick
them borrowed kicks & rented benz
& them -ssociates that you call friends
jealous, of how i live my life
its a moovie!
but you can do it to, just keep it groovy

hook –
cause its a groove
so keep it groovy
it’s just a groove
so keep it groovy

verse 2 –
uh! i’m just showing off
alarm clock flow, i’m just going off
this here knock like visitors of my residence
your music hated like the 43rd president
shall i keep going?
straight punch lines
yall must need a moment
grab a twix, crunch time
must think i’m flipmode, how i bus rhymes
50 cents cousin, i just buss dimes
future big dog, yall just poodles
filet mignon to you top ramen noodles
chill on the beef flavor
ya breathe smell like boo-boo
that’s why your girl with me now
told me to tell you toodles
said you got bars
i just want you to prove it
that’s why you in the background
elevator music
i don’t give a flocka
“o let’s do it”
sike
i don’t battle rap
l7 movement

hook

bridge –
let me stop playing wit y’all
watch out
im finna get em
5, 4, 3, 2, 1

verse 3 –
i ain’t got time for playing no games
i’m tryna get it like it’s right there
i can feel it
fresh prince out this b-tch
ima will it
got my gun, time to hunt
ima k!ll it
this the gl-ss ceiling
but i feel a breakthrough coming
a hunnid miles and running
but it’s looking like a couple of blocks
i’m on the clock like an nba draft
#1 pick! i’m sick
and the cash is bonus
kinda like udonis to the heat
finna bring backpack-rap back to the bay
n-gg-s better bow til they head hit they feet!
skeet-skeet
i was told to f-ck the world, no condom
but i’m buying some
false accusations in conversation
saying that you better than me?
stop lyin son
& they saying i’m a -ss now
cause i gotta a charging rate
and it’s flat now
got em crying like the horns in the background
don’t just do songs
you gotta ask now
daaaammmn
i know im a trip right?
a lot of yall tend to forget
short time memories
but time is money
im counting every tick!

- bobby grand

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