B.o.B - Play The Guitar (feat. Andre 3000) [Rhymes & Punches] | Текст песни

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• Play The Guitar (feat. Andre 3000) [Rhymes & Punches]

[Intro - T.I.]
B.o.B, play the guitar!
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar!
B.o.B, play the guitar!
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar!

[Verse 1 - B.o.B]
Well it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess,
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy.
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb!
I'll probably need to after school tutor it,
Balling on beats, got hops like breweries,
Sideline haters need to chill where the cooler is,
Dr. J flow, you can call me Julius,
Y'all take shots; I direct: movie shit,
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up,
Niggas starting conversations just so they can talk us up,
If you ain't running shit you can't even walk with us,
Still I'm chill; blunt wider than a coffee cup,
You know it's B.o, I do this for the people,
Stacking c-notes, pockets on Cee-Lo,
Uhm, I'm killing 'em Mama - I'm talking hockey mask,
I do it to death, swag on body bag,
This beat is out of here, it's gone,
Farewell, so long, so long (sayonara),
I'm sayonara, the way I'm gone,
So far away there ain't no signal on my phone,
Cuz I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's like "Cheers",
Everybody knows who you are,
Who would've thought I would've took it this far?
Play the guitar!

[Hook - T.I.]
Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar!
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar!
3000, play the guitar, 3000, play the guitar!
3000, play the guitar!

[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Man, I keep having this re-occurring image where I'm,
Standing on top of Church's Chicken playing guitar,
Looked over and I see B.o.B. with this strange cigar,
He's standing on top of Dunkin' Donuts; it's like he own it,
We at the corner of "Give It To 'Em" and "They Don't Want It",
We out here somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawning,
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely,
But they don't know about black pearls, but I will show them,
"Why the world sleeping on black girls?" Hey, I don't know, man,
Silverback Stacks, jumping out the jungle,
Blowing tiger stripe bubbles with "Go To Hell" bubblegum,
When I was younger space shuttle got hung in front of everyone,
And grandmum tells me to stay humble but do not understand,
One of these mumbles will make 'em throw up they arms and hands,
Now stumble and they will know I put on my pants,
One leg at a time, like they do, pay us no mind,
But everybody look at why we do it, it take us more time,
Excuse me if I'm no exhibitionist
According to the internet,
3000 got a big old dictionary full of words,
He must know how to use 'em,
It also says I play the violin and that ain't true but,
You give me six strings and a pick
And I will make a guitar talk, why I ain't gotta say shit
And I encourage any child to pick up some instrument,
Cuz if you're mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum,
Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time you're done
You will finally realize that they meant you no harm
They was trying to save your crazy ass from what's to come,
3000, muthafucka "Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin'".

[Outro - André 3000]
My partners say I should practice more, I know,
They be saying I sound like I'm out of tune
I ask them,"Do you cry in tune, nigga? Do you laugh in tune?"

[Hook - T.I.]

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