Play The Guitar (feat. Andre 3000) – B.o.B – letras

B.o.B play the guitar!B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitarB.o.B. play the guitarB.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar[B.o.B]Well it’s B.o.B, flyer than a stewardessFresh to death like I’m dressed for a eulogyMy outfit’s retarded,My flow is the stupidest, dumbI’ll probably need to after school tutor itBallin’ on beats got hops like breweriesSideline haters need to chill where the cooler isDr J flow, you can call me JuliusY’all take shots, I direct, movie sh-tGrand Hustle champion,All I do is ball ’em upN-gg-s startin’ conversations just so they can talk us upIf you ain’t runnin’ sh-t you can’t even walk with usStill I’m chill blunt wider than a coffee cupYou know it’s B.o, I do this for the peopleStackin’ c-notes, pockets on Cee-loUhm, I’m killin’ ’em mama, I’m talkin’ hockey maskI do it to death, swag on body bagThis beat is out of here, it’s goneFarewell, so long, so longI’m sayonara, the way I’m goneSo far away there ain’t no signal on my phoneCause I’m a star,So when I hit the bar it’s like CheersEverybody knows who you areWho would’ve thought I would’ve took it this farPlay the guitar[Chorus]B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitarPlay the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitarB.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar(3000) Play the guitar (3000) play the guitar(3000) Play the guitar[Andre 3000]Man, I keep havin’ this re-occurring image where I’mStanding on top of Church’s Chicken playing guitarLooked over and I see B.o.B with this strange cigarHe’s standing on top of Dunkin Donuts,It’s like he own itWe at the corner of give it to ’em and they don’t want itWe out somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawnin’My n-gg-s threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonelyBut they don’t know about black pearls,But I will show them »Why the world sleepin’ on black girls? »Hey I don’t know, manSilverback Stacks, jumpin’ out the jungleBlowin’ tiger stripe bubbles with »Go To Hell » bubblegumWhen I was youngerSpace shuttle got hung in front of everyoneAnd grandmum tells me to stay humble but do not un-der-standWhen they leave mumbles to make ’em throw up they armsAnd handsNow stumble and they will know I put on my pantsOne leg at a time,Like they do pay us no mindBut everybody look at why we do it,It takes us more timeExcuse me if I’m no exhibitionist accordin’ to the internet3000 got a big old dic-tionary full of wordsHe must know how to use ’emIt also says I play the violin and that ain’t true butYou give me six strings and a pickAnd I will make a guitar talk, why,I ain’t gotta say sh-tAnd I encourage any child to pick up some instrumentCuz if you’re mad at your dad or mum,You can grab it and strumEat your cabbage and corn, by the time you’re doneYou will finally realize that they meant you no harmThey was tryin’ to save your crazy ass from what’s to come3000 muth-f-cka Mr Tell-Me-Somethin’My partner say I should practice more, I knowThey be saying I sound like I’m out of tuneI ask them, do you cry in tune n-gg-? do you laugh in tune?[Chorus](3000) Play the guitar, (3000) play the guitar,(3000) play the guitarB.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitarB.o.B Play the guitar B.o.B play the guitarB.o.B Play the guitarB.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitarB.o.B Play the guitar (3000) play the guitarB.o.B Play the guitarB.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar