Bob George lyrics

Artist  : Prince 
Song : Bob George



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 [gal]
Let me see ya dance

New coat, huh? 
That’s nice
Did u buy it? 
Yeah, right
U seeing that rich motherf**ker 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 as* into the middle of next
week
I’m sorry baby, that’s the rules

I pay the rent in this raggedy motherf**ker
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 motherf**kers
Who bought u that diamond ring? 
Yeah, right.
Since when did u have a job? 
U seeing that rich motherf**ker again
What’s his name? bob? 
Bob, ain’t that a bit*h? 
What’s he do for a living? 
Manage rock stars? 
Who? 
Prince? 
Ain’t that a bit*h? 
That skinny motherf**ker 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 f**kin’ 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 bit*h? 
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 bit*h? 
Bob

(come out with your hands up)
I’ll kick your as* (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, motherf**ker {that
responds to his call, when}
Why don’t u leave motherf**kers 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, f**k that, f**k that
I don’t talk about u, I don’t talk about u
Wit’ yo’ little almond-shaped head ass
Who the f**k 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 sh*t backwards, what’d it say
Same motherf**kin’ shit

Turn it out

Bob, ain’t that a bit*h?