R.O.B.R.O.Y. by Rob Roy Lyrics
[Verse 1: Rob Roy]
I'm with it, no I isn't - what is it I'm getting out?
I finna get a different opinion to give 'em out
Oh, this is just a-bitching! Original living, wow
I'm getting in the kitchen to fix 'em a little South
How 'bout y'all gon' love it!
Auf wiedersehen, we'll meet again
It's all going public
Hug this tree, y'all all gon' see
You're getting very sleepy, follow me...
Mary, where we going? It's scary as hairy toes and
No one seems to know when it's closing or open for them
Hold 'em high as my eye can look
Wanna look inside? Buy my book!
Take it to the hizzy, I really get busy cuh
Gimme what you got, but if not, I got plenty love
I hit you where I hit you to get you to cut a rug
But if you're really into the issue, then listen up
You don't give a whaaat?
[Hook: Alice Register]
R.O.B.R.O.Y
Oh my!
R.O.B.R.O.Y
Oh, oh my!
[Verse 2: Rob Roy]
Hey, hey y'all! I say we make a baby so we ain't make walls
They may call me crazy, but I ain't Ray Charles
Lady, lady, lady, ain't we great so far?
Do they really hate me if they say, "Hell naw"? - hell ya!
Ain't no thing like my name on draws
Paint my name in the bathroom stalls
Scream it like you mean it, like you need them balls
Aaahhhh shit...fuck around with me, you fucked a big brown dick
Something out of nothing, I'll expound real quick:
I'm somewhat of a someone when I pout these lips
Tip-toeing, I don't tow for no one
I'll open up to blow wind, otherwise I'm like a showman
Oh, and most im-portantly, of course then
I'm a strike a toast to all my folks who know I'm stroking
Y'all think I'm joking?
[Hook: Alice Register]
R.O.B.R.O.Y
Oh my!
R.O.B.R.O.Y
Oh, oh my!
[Verse 3: Rob Roy]
To the bang for the buck, to the same ol' shuuhh...
I'm taping 'em and taking a brush to paste holes up
Flav of the month, I ate of enough and weighed nose up
Somebody drugging it, how many up in it ain't throw up?
Sick as an old pup, shake that tail!
I made my own lunch, so I might just bail
They say to grow up, but it's like, unreal
Cause no one knows much 'til the light grows frail
Oh hell, like that spine
Like that cat when you pat my mind
Like that dance when it's once last time
Or like that chance cause you have what's...mine
Sorry y'all, got flipped -
Thinking 'bout things out of range and shit
Song's about the way that I make that hit
And it's now about to sound out my name like this!
You ain't that pissed?
[Hook: Alice Register]
R.O.B.R.O.Y
Oh my!
R.O.B.R.O.Y
Oh, oh my!
I'm with it, no I isn't - what is it I'm getting out?
I finna get a different opinion to give 'em out
Oh, this is just a-bitching! Original living, wow
I'm getting in the kitchen to fix 'em a little South
How 'bout y'all gon' love it!
Auf wiedersehen, we'll meet again
It's all going public
Hug this tree, y'all all gon' see
You're getting very sleepy, follow me...
Mary, where we going? It's scary as hairy toes and
No one seems to know when it's closing or open for them
Hold 'em high as my eye can look
Wanna look inside? Buy my book!
Take it to the hizzy, I really get busy cuh
Gimme what you got, but if not, I got plenty love
I hit you where I hit you to get you to cut a rug
But if you're really into the issue, then listen up
You don't give a whaaat?
[Hook: Alice Register]
R.O.B.R.O.Y
Oh my!
R.O.B.R.O.Y
Oh, oh my!
[Verse 2: Rob Roy]
Hey, hey y'all! I say we make a baby so we ain't make walls
They may call me crazy, but I ain't Ray Charles
Lady, lady, lady, ain't we great so far?
Do they really hate me if they say, "Hell naw"? - hell ya!
Ain't no thing like my name on draws
Paint my name in the bathroom stalls
Scream it like you mean it, like you need them balls
Aaahhhh shit...fuck around with me, you fucked a big brown dick
Something out of nothing, I'll expound real quick:
I'm somewhat of a someone when I pout these lips
Tip-toeing, I don't tow for no one
I'll open up to blow wind, otherwise I'm like a showman
Oh, and most im-portantly, of course then
I'm a strike a toast to all my folks who know I'm stroking
Y'all think I'm joking?
[Hook: Alice Register]
R.O.B.R.O.Y
Oh my!
R.O.B.R.O.Y
Oh, oh my!
[Verse 3: Rob Roy]
To the bang for the buck, to the same ol' shuuhh...
I'm taping 'em and taking a brush to paste holes up
Flav of the month, I ate of enough and weighed nose up
Somebody drugging it, how many up in it ain't throw up?
Sick as an old pup, shake that tail!
I made my own lunch, so I might just bail
They say to grow up, but it's like, unreal
Cause no one knows much 'til the light grows frail
Oh hell, like that spine
Like that cat when you pat my mind
Like that dance when it's once last time
Or like that chance cause you have what's...mine
Sorry y'all, got flipped -
Thinking 'bout things out of range and shit
Song's about the way that I make that hit
And it's now about to sound out my name like this!
You ain't that pissed?
[Hook: Alice Register]
R.O.B.R.O.Y
Oh my!
R.O.B.R.O.Y
Oh, oh my!