Boblo Boat
"Cruising down the river;
Dancing till your feet got numb;
Cool summer breezes blowing through your hair
As you stood gazing down the river in anticipation
Of the thrill of the dizzying rides
At the amu*****t park—ah, memories of Bob-Lo Island."
All is your world ain’t nothing
But a squirrel tryna get a nut.
Just jealous of everybody
That’s headed out on that Bob-Lo boat.
It is the perfect weather
And the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks.
Aw, man, I wish I was joining you—a little cheese
And crackers, a little ghetto wine,
A little Riunite on ice, some hardy Rizla Green
But let’s do this, only on Smooth FM.
Nothing compared to our family trips
My uncle shook hands with a manly grip
All this hand-me-down-*****t; I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me anti-*****
My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my granny fist
That was back ‘fore I was born
Pop told stories ’bout it that would last for hours-long
And as a family, we was just so happy
When him and mama got along on the Bob-Lo boat
Uh, on our way to that black amu*****t park
Wood rollercoasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cars
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool floor
I came across my identity on the Bob-Lo boat
That’s where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That’s when paranoia hit me like when superstition does
Left my inhibitions I guess where my supervision was
Parties on the way to the island would be the livest, though
First time big bro hit the bottle was on the Bob-Lo boat
But neither one of us knew that we would both
Grow up and turn to alcoholics, though, the Bob-Lo boat
Hey, hey, hey, lil’ Craig, come here.
Aye, hit this, *****.
*****, don’t worry ’bout what the ***** it is, just drink!
Yeah yeah, yeah
Some of my better times, I shared with you
I shared with you, yeah
*****t, all of my better days, I shared with you
I shared with you, *****t
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
*****t, stuck inside a rat race (*****)
Rat race (*****, *****)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up again
Stuck inside this rat race (*****)
Yeah, look
Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
Dig it, ten-inch rims on my mama’s Civic
Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate,
Plus the windows tinted
Don’t even give a ***** that it’s dented,
*****, I’m the man now
I’m rolling, driving it slow as if it’s stolen
Piling up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let’s check her
Double D’s like double-deckers, I wanna *** her
But these keys don’t come with game on how to finesse her
Five semesters left until college, I’m under pressure
I’m not a real ***** ’til I undress her,
I gotta ‘press her
This was my main concern back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the
Backspace button or hit return
But life is not no word processor
Most folks would burn the sess to burn the stress of
My real-life trauma plus fickle *****s
Thinking they done heard the best of
Jermaine Lamarr but that’s insane,
It couldn’t be further left of
The truth is that my new *****t slap,
You never heard it better
Give me a sec, I murder sectors, prefer to let ya
See it rather than say it,
But it spill out, I gotta chill out
Say “***** the world” and never pull out
We had no Bob-Lo boat but I could note
Those times is like a Bible quote
BC, before cell phones, the first time I would smoke
I was six years old, but that’s for another chapter
That’s for another story, to God be the glory
I made it out unscathed and now I sunbathe
With my son in Tanzanian sunrays thinking ’bout them days
Thinking ’bout them days
This is This is This is This is; 808-Ray
Boblo BoatLRC歌词
[00:00.97]"Cruising down the river;
[00:02.29]Dancing till your feet got numb;
[00:04.82]Cool summer breezes blowing through your hair
[00:07.71]As you stood gazing down the river in anticipation
[00:11.05]Of the thrill of the dizzying rides
[00:13.08]At the amu*****t park—ah, memories of Bob-Lo Island."
[00:17.69]All is your world ain’t nothing
[00:22.06]But a squirrel tryna get a nut.
[00:24.09]Just jealous of everybody
[00:27.23]That’s headed out on that Bob-Lo boat.
[00:29.12]It is the perfect weather
[00:32.14]And the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks.
[00:36.62]Aw, man, I wish I was joining you—a little cheese
[00:41.06]And crackers, a little ghetto wine,
[00:42.96]A little Riunite on ice, some hardy Rizla Green
[00:46.24]But let’s do this, only on Smooth FM.
[00:52.66]Nothing compared to our family trips
[00:56.04]My uncle shook hands with a manly grip
[00:58.27]All this hand-me-down-*****t; I had had an uncanny fit
[01:01.17]All the gangstas I had in my family had me anti-*****
[01:04.33]My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my granny fist
[01:07.22]That was back ‘fore I was born
[01:08.92]Pop told stories ’bout it that would last for hours-long
[01:11.96]And as a family, we was just so happy
[01:14.59]When him and mama got along on the Bob-Lo boat
[01:17.44]Uh, on our way to that black amu*****t park
[01:20.58]Wood rollercoasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cars
[01:23.62]Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food court
[01:26.40]Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool floor
[01:29.50]I came across my identity on the Bob-Lo boat
[01:32.53]That’s where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
[01:35.68]That’s when paranoia hit me like when superstition does
[01:38.60]Left my inhibitions I guess where my supervision was
[01:41.70]Parties on the way to the island would be the livest, though
[01:44.52]First time big bro hit the bottle was on the Bob-Lo boat
[01:47.82]But neither one of us knew that we would both
[01:50.85]Grow up and turn to alcoholics, though, the Bob-Lo boat
[01:54.17]Hey, hey, hey, lil’ Craig, come here.
[01:55.87]Aye, hit this, *****.
[01:57.41]*****, don’t worry ’bout what the ***** it is, just drink!
[01:59.92]Yeah yeah, yeah
[02:05.89]Some of my better times, I shared with you
[02:14.09]I shared with you, yeah
[02:18.37]*****t, all of my better days, I shared with you
[02:26.65]I shared with you, *****t
[02:29.76]And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
[02:33.81]*****t, stuck inside a rat race (*****)
[02:38.46]Rat race (*****, *****)
[02:42.28]Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up again
[02:46.17]Stuck inside this rat race (*****)
[02:52.62]Yeah, look
[02:55.25]Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
[02:58.00]Dig it, ten-inch rims on my mama’s Civic
[03:01.02]Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be specific
[03:03.99]They bump, rattle the license plate,
[03:05.69]Plus the windows tinted
[03:06.88]Don’t even give a ***** that it’s dented,
[03:09.20]*****, I’m the man now
[03:10.28]I’m rolling, driving it slow as if it’s stolen
[03:13.14]Piling up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
[03:16.07]Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let’s check her
[03:19.40]Double D’s like double-deckers, I wanna *** her
[03:22.36]But these keys don’t come with game on how to finesse her
[03:25.43]Five semesters left until college, I’m under pressure
[03:28.39]I’m not a real ***** ’til I undress her,
[03:30.77]I gotta ‘press her
[03:31.87]This was my main concern back when concerns were lesser
[03:34.63]Nowadays, I often yearn to press the
[03:36.85]Backspace button or hit return
[03:38.89]But life is not no word processor
[03:40.73]Most folks would burn the sess to burn the stress of
[03:43.02]My real-life trauma plus fickle *****s
[03:45.13]Thinking they done heard the best of
[03:46.79]Jermaine Lamarr but that’s insane,
[03:48.42]It couldn’t be further left of
[03:49.79]The truth is that my new *****t slap,
[03:51.50]You never heard it better
[03:52.74]Give me a sec, I murder sectors, prefer to let ya
[03:55.96]See it rather than say it,
[03:57.40]But it spill out, I gotta chill out
[03:59.41]Say “***** the world” and never pull out
[04:01.27]We had no Bob-Lo boat but I could note
[04:03.44]Those times is like a Bible quote
[04:04.82]BC, before cell phones, the first time I would smoke
[04:08.01]I was six years old, but that’s for another chapter
[04:11.23]That’s for another story, to God be the glory
[04:14.36]I made it out unscathed and now I sunbathe
[04:17.12]With my son in Tanzanian sunrays thinking ’bout them days
[04:22.33]Thinking ’bout them days
[04:27.22]This is This is This is This is; 808-Ray
