Bobby Bobby
I think what the response did, is
They make the rabbi eat the end of the dollar through your face
They make the niggas,
they take the truth from home
And the shady house boys,
they'll put you in the house
And the bitches, no keeper, cannot have the lead
The daughter,
the father,
ain't no mother,
can't be
The little,
the heathens,
the real good,
the real bad
You'll suffer like Mike, no troubles, you'll try
You'll dream,
you'll play,
but they all have a fault
You're trying to make me right,
but you ain't going around
