(Intro)
Tell the muthafuckas to shut the fuck up in the background
There's a new song and dance goin' on, yeah
(Verse)
I've been in the MGM grand with 10g's in his hand
Coked out, drinkin', thinkin' on the reasons he's playing
For shit to get hot as a summer told it's freezing again
Pull it's popped off, hit you like it's grease from the pan
Man, he don't he believe in the law
Is it all but dogs demons and odds
Stacking the paper scheming the broads
Whats his name? Is it Steven or George?
Half of the time, mass of the grime
His kids deep have been involved
Scared bids evening off
Divas got his heat revolving
And that not even the problem
The meanest evolve but the seamless so-solve
To get his penis and balls in
Police and all who's a pieces of whore
With some creeps in the jaw
That swing's like a dolphin
He don't even do drugs, hes getting off 'em
He crashin' into a wall, falls in a coffin
(Hook x2)
Bobby Be Real, (Bobby Be Real)
They told him 'Bobby Be Real' (Bobby Be Real)
They said life isn't easy
Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel
(Oh, that wobbly wheel, oh)
(Verse 2)
I told em before you go to pack a Jimmy
With Jammy, cause who you like is pokin' Miny
She's open like ? Mickey D's and Denny's
He never listen, so we don't take any
Hopped on the bitch naked, when she got the clapper
Somebody was at the door, they came to jack her
Broke in the crib, everyone of em got the strappers
But Bobby done brung nothing but his dirty dagger
Psycho shooters came and plotted the ho
Seen a sucka so they shot at the bros
Throwing Bobby, straight demolished, abolished
And then they caught it, Bobby done brought in the floor
The family's all blood
Sick as hell cause something roll called
I was one of the friends at Bobby's funeral like 'oh no!'
(Hook x2)
Bobby Be Real, (Bobby Be Real)
They told him 'Bobby Be Real' (Bobby Be Real)
They said life isn't easy
Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel
(Oh, that wobbly wheel, oh)
(Verse 3)
I got a problem
I think that probably my kemosabe's actually Bobby
5 in the morning, down in the lobby
Drunk but on coke so he's not even wobbling
He got his problems, hope he can solve em
Talking to bitches that look like a Goblin
He's doing coke and he think that she's dope
But her feet are as big as a couple toboggans
Once every month or so, quits and goes joggin'
Knowing there's something that's wrong with his noggin
Spends all his money and drives a jalopy
Actin' is his passion and rap is his hobby
Smashin' and bashin', his fashion is sloppy
Laughin' and lashin' out, actin' up oddly
He's got a crew, and when they all start mobbin'
That's when my brother swings wrench into Bobby
(Hook x2)
Bobby Be Real, (Bobby Be Real)
They told him 'Bobby Be Real' (Bobby Be Real)
They said life isn't easy
Keep holding on to that wobbly wheel
(Oh, that wobbly wheel, oh)
