The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!) Bronx Style Bob is in the house
be ready to call the motherfuckin' firetruck To come up in this bitch an' put me out (Yeah, yeah) Petey Pab, back in the house, puttin' it down (I brought
Michaelangelo from the dead So he can make a fresh painting of my head Then I hung out with a king and a queen And the queen put me down with her polo
on the grill Ladies and homies all in the mix it's time to chill Char-la-la brought the on' what is asked in the blunts Roll up some Bob Marley joints
success. Cut to the moment when they open the envelope Pass the statuette to Bob Hope and it's my name you hear. We'll be down on our knees outside
call me Bob Pittman; I sail in the Ino with Skipper Tim Brown. l'm bound to have Dolly or Biddy or Molly As soon as l'm able to plank the cash down.
brain wash entertainments to detergent [Chorus] If my thought patterns Brought palans to Walt Adams And spit violence and death, then kids start gaddin' Bloody ear canal Hold it down
're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!) Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what
money, man? I got so much money that the bank couldn't hold it Car so dope that I didn't wanna roll it So many houses, sometimes I forget I brought
Bob was old, decrepit, down rotten and weak All that had transpired brought this man down to his knees He was an old and washed up______ Self proclaimed
to call the motherfuckin' firetruck to come up in this bitch an' put me out (yeah, yeah) Petey Pab, back in the house, puttin' it down (I brought this
grill Ladies and homies all in the mix its time to chill Char-La-La brought the on' what is asked in the blunts Roll up some Bob Marley joints some skunk
date which will live in infamy." FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT "This is Bob Command performance Hope telling each Nazi that s in Russia today that, "Crimea doesn t pay. "- BOB
of brain wash entertainments to detergent [Chorus] If my thought patterns Brought palans to Walt Adams And spit violence and death, then kids start gaddin' Bloody ear canal Hold it down
