So So – B.o.B – letras

Yes sir is Bobby Ray, aka A. B.O.B. (O)I can’t be eco conscious, I’m always burning treesAnd this that fire, fire, call it that third degreeAnd call me supersonic I shake the earth beneath yaHell yeah you heard of me, quite an emergencyThe way I take the game and I beat itso un-unmercifully, yeahLadies with curly features, wait at concerts to see youThey can roll home with B.O., and maybe service me upBut if you wanna work for methen girl you need your working visasAnd if you ain’t workingthen you just should not converse with meThat’s not that serious, don’t take it so personallyPlus currently I prefer the girls who prefer the three C.P.OC.P.O. I think I think I’m NeoI’m caught up in her Matrix and I think it’s time to reloadAnd if this were a court, then girl I would have to appealI think that the defendant have some thingsthat she must revealHeels ha, heels ha, tell me what’s the deal, maGot me chasing you to see if I could cop a feel, huhI gotta keep it real, kosher, kosher, kosherCause she don’t want that bullshit, no sir, no sir, no sirHer thighs go round like roller-coaster motorsAnd like a minute bundle, I had to roll them overHad to connect the headset into her motorollaThis bout to get scary like the end of OctoberAnd this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flowI got that fire man, and other shit is so soAnd this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flowI’m at the fryin pan, your shit is so coldAnd this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flowI got that fire man, and other shit is so soAnd this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flowI’m at the frying pan, your shit is so coldSo cold like a hobo wearing no clothesand it’s snow globe when the temperature is below frozeI mean below freezing and there’s no reason to be so cheesygot my own team and my own leagueMy own lane and my own speed,it’s a long road so I don’t sleepIf I don’t know you I don’t speak,it’s a small world and it’s gonna shrinkIf you’re full of shit, then you’re gonna stinkI’m a realist I’m gonna think,with a pair of eyes so I’m gonna seeI’ll be whatever the fuck I wanna be,I’ll be everything except a wanna beI’ll be everything you ever wanna be,if you’re clever enough you can corner meBut what’s a corner to me, I’m geometrySo tell me who gave you the authority?Who the fuck are you? The authority?What am I supposed to be orderly?pardon my honor you’re charging me?Saying something I oughta be but I got some much heartthat my arteries will always be partying like a camaraderieMan I’m already famous historicallyso my story is already gloriousJust like P Diddy victorious to the B.I.G. NotoriusI’m a champion, I’m a warrior, I bring war to yaSo if you got beef that’s unfortunate,we’ll hang ya’ll out like portraitsAnd this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flowI got that fire man, and other shit is so soAnd this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flowI’m at the frying pan, your shit is so coldAnd this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flowI got that fire man, and other shit is so soAnd this is about the time when I hit you with the dope flowI’m at the frying pan, your shit is so cold