Lyric Bob George
[Gal]
Let me see ya dance
New coat, huh?
That s nice
Did u buy it?
Yeah, right
U seeing that rich motherfucker again
U know who I m talking about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don t try to play me 4 yesterday s fool
Cuz I ll slap your ass into the middle of next week
I m sorry baby, that s the rules
I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker
And all u do is suck up food and heat
Say what? Oh yeah?
4 someone who can t stand them T.V. dinners
U sure eat enought of them motherfuckers
Who bought u that diamond ring?
Yeah, right.
Since when did u have a job?
U seeing that rich motherfucker again
What s his name? Bob?
Bob, ain t that a bitch?
What s he do for a living?
Manage rock stars?
Who?
Prince?
Ain t that a bitch?
That skinny motherfucker with the high voice?
Please, who do I look like baby?
Yesterday s fool?
Don t u know I will kill u now?
U re fuckin right.
I gotta gun
U think I don t?
Then what s this?
Oh, u quiet now
uh uh!
Little? Yeah, right. It might be little but it s loud
Yeah, right.
Uh uh!
Now put that suitcase down
And go in there
And put on that wig I bought U
No, No
No, No
The reddish-brown one
Bob, ain t that a bitch?
Oh
Gotcha
Got ya
Hey Bob, if u re out there, let me see u dance
U said u was funky
C mon, c mon
Ain t that a bitch?
Bob
(Come out with your hands up)
I ll kick your ass (This is your last warning)
Think I won t? (Oh no! The nigger s got a laser)
(Let s get the hell out of here)
Is Mr. George home?
Hello, Mr. George? {Note: The high pitched voice}
This is your conscience, motherfucker {that responds to his call, when}
Why don t u leave motherfuckers alone? {slowed down to about 2 rpm,says}
What s wrong with u? {"Operator, what city please?"}
Well, why can t we just dance?
Why can t we just dance?
No, fuck that, fuck that
I don t talk about u, I don t talk about u
Wit yo little almond-shaped head ass
Who the fuck do u think this is?
I ll kick your ass... twice
Bob, if u re out there
Let me see u dance
U said u were funky, c mon
B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what d it say
Same motherfuckin shit
Turn it out
Bob, ain t that a bitch?
Let me see ya dance
New coat, huh?
That s nice
Did u buy it?
Yeah, right
U seeing that rich motherfucker again
U know who I m talking about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don t try to play me 4 yesterday s fool
Cuz I ll slap your ass into the middle of next week
I m sorry baby, that s the rules
I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker
And all u do is suck up food and heat
Say what? Oh yeah?
4 someone who can t stand them T.V. dinners
U sure eat enought of them motherfuckers
Who bought u that diamond ring?
Yeah, right.
Since when did u have a job?
U seeing that rich motherfucker again
What s his name? Bob?
Bob, ain t that a bitch?
What s he do for a living?
Manage rock stars?
Who?
Prince?
Ain t that a bitch?
That skinny motherfucker with the high voice?
Please, who do I look like baby?
Yesterday s fool?
Don t u know I will kill u now?
U re fuckin right.
I gotta gun
U think I don t?
Then what s this?
Oh, u quiet now
uh uh!
Little? Yeah, right. It might be little but it s loud
Yeah, right.
Uh uh!
Now put that suitcase down
And go in there
And put on that wig I bought U
No, No
No, No
The reddish-brown one
Bob, ain t that a bitch?
Oh
Gotcha
Got ya
Hey Bob, if u re out there, let me see u dance
U said u was funky
C mon, c mon
Ain t that a bitch?
Bob
(Come out with your hands up)
I ll kick your ass (This is your last warning)
Think I won t? (Oh no! The nigger s got a laser)
(Let s get the hell out of here)
Is Mr. George home?
Hello, Mr. George? {Note: The high pitched voice}
This is your conscience, motherfucker {that responds to his call, when}
Why don t u leave motherfuckers alone? {slowed down to about 2 rpm,says}
What s wrong with u? {"Operator, what city please?"}
Well, why can t we just dance?
Why can t we just dance?
No, fuck that, fuck that
I don t talk about u, I don t talk about u
Wit yo little almond-shaped head ass
Who the fuck do u think this is?
I ll kick your ass... twice
Bob, if u re out there
Let me see u dance
U said u were funky, c mon
B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what d it say
Same motherfuckin shit
Turn it out
Bob, ain t that a bitch?
