Artist: B.o.B Album: May 25th Song: The Biz Typed by: [Intro]
Yeah To all my smokers and my hundred blunt rollers No no no no
I'm talkin bout Real tokers who ain't never ever sober Hahaha
Yo, yo, yo, yo Check me out now. Check me out now Go head then
[Verse 1] Allow me to introduce myself again Bob's out the
office but Bobby Ray is in Please leave a message wait, let me
get a pen I don't really need it cause I spit it off the lid And
every time I come around I look like I'm a pimp Really that's
the dip because the ? is on my hip They love me cause I tell 'em
what they really wanna hear Slap her on that booty with a
hundred dollar bill WHAT!? Nah I'm just playin' man sometimes I
kid Just so that my job doesn't get monotonous Crumble up the
bud, put it in a spliff Put it in the air like I'm levitating
shit They say, "Bob how you feel about the fame?" Really ain't
famous till Obama know my name The game's in a drought It was
going down the drain When I come around man its prolly gon' rain
(so what's you sayin'?)