Oversettelse: Bare spør Bob. Zero to Hero.
G's perspective Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive (To fight) It's just reality (It's just reality) Just
Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave you bob you got stuck And
rats crack [ ROUND 2: Bronx Style Bob ] Back and I'm statin the fact I know you're waitin for a rap To make you get up and start to clap For Bob, a
rider, still I'm just a simple man All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man Mr. International, playa with the passport Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask
down, who the f-ck up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh that n-ggas know you can't really f-ck with that Pusha T, the Clipse just made a classic
look good in that boat I'm just as country as the day I was born, I love it Change my name for me (Mmm, P-P-Petey Pablo) Bob your head, get your thang
, a yacht, and some G's Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah Can't even tell you what I make a year What can you ask for than just to be
broke, and who got rich But Too $hort baby, just ain't no snitch You say you're just doin' your job But you're gettin on my nerves, just like Bob Every
My seven bizzos, seven days, seven ways It's just too much, my seven bizzos On Monday there's Melissa, I like to be with her I get all her money and
done went Super Saiyan This that, off the glass, off the floor, off the wall jam We in th building, you wishing you had the floor plans You just a doorman
right A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang A little something called, doing our own thang Breaking the beat others wished they broke Baseline so dope that you just
you test We're speed ballin', on the fastbreak just like the pony express I'm gonna mingle in your face and take the lid off Just use your head and forfeit
my friend Bob (Huh?) Say hi Bob (Hi Bob) Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom And he don't got a job, 'cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot But his
t need to go right I just came up in the game cuz you needed more light, so by the time youre done there wont be no more mic And people ask me bob what
Chorus - B.o.B] Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost They gave me nothing but doubt First they waited, than they hated, than counted me out Just
Monch] They ask me why I'm highly regarded, this god body probably Monch is a mixture of Marcus Garvey, Miles Davis, and Bob Marley (radical) Never skateboard
