Prince - Bob George Lyrics:
Gal, let me see ya dance
New coat, huh?
That`s nice, did you buy it?
Yeah, right
You seein` that rich motherf**ker again
You know who I`m talkin` about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don`t try to play me for yesterday`s fool
`Cuz I`ll slap your ass 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 you do is suck up food and eat
Say what? Oh yeah?
For someone who can`t stand them TV dinners
You sure eat enough of them motherf**kers
Who bought you that diamond ring?
Yeah right, since when did you have a job?
You seeing that rich motherf**ker again
What`s his name? Bob? Bob, ain`t that a bitch?
What`s he do for a living? Manage rock stars?
Who, Prince? Ain`t that a bitch?
That skinny motherf**ker with the high voice?
Please, who do I look like baby? Yesterday`s fool?
Don`t you know I will kill you now?
You`re f**kin` right, I gotta gun
You think I don`t? Then what`s this?
Oh, you 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 you, no, no no, no
The reddish-brown one, Bob, ain`t that a bitch?
Oh, gotcha, got ya
Hey Bob, if you`re out there, let me see you dance
You said you was funky, c`mon, c`mon
Ain`t that a bitch? Bob
Come out with your hands up, I`ll kick your ass
This is your last warning, think I won`t?
Oh no, the ni**er`s got a laser
Let`s get the hell out of here
Is Mr. George home? Hello, Mr. George?
This is your conscience, motherf**ker
Why don`t you leave motherf**kers alone?
What`s wrong with you?
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 you, I don`t talk about you
[Incomprehensible] yo little almond shaped head ass
Who the f**k do you think this is?
I`ll kick your ass, twice
Bob, if you`re out there
Let me see you dance
You said you were funky, c`mon
B O B, spell the s**t backwards, what`d it say
Same motherf**kin` s**t
Turn it out, Bob, ain`t that a bitch?
New coat, huh?
That`s nice, did you buy it?
Yeah, right
You seein` that rich motherf**ker again
You know who I`m talkin` about
That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don`t try to play me for yesterday`s fool
`Cuz I`ll slap your ass 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 you do is suck up food and eat
Say what? Oh yeah?
For someone who can`t stand them TV dinners
You sure eat enough of them motherf**kers
Who bought you that diamond ring?
Yeah right, since when did you have a job?
You seeing that rich motherf**ker again
What`s his name? Bob? Bob, ain`t that a bitch?
What`s he do for a living? Manage rock stars?
Who, Prince? Ain`t that a bitch?
That skinny motherf**ker with the high voice?
Please, who do I look like baby? Yesterday`s fool?
Don`t you know I will kill you now?
You`re f**kin` right, I gotta gun
You think I don`t? Then what`s this?
Oh, you 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 you, no, no no, no
The reddish-brown one, Bob, ain`t that a bitch?
Oh, gotcha, got ya
Hey Bob, if you`re out there, let me see you dance
You said you was funky, c`mon, c`mon
Ain`t that a bitch? Bob
Come out with your hands up, I`ll kick your ass
This is your last warning, think I won`t?
Oh no, the ni**er`s got a laser
Let`s get the hell out of here
Is Mr. George home? Hello, Mr. George?
This is your conscience, motherf**ker
Why don`t you leave motherf**kers alone?
What`s wrong with you?
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 you, I don`t talk about you
[Incomprehensible] yo little almond shaped head ass
Who the f**k do you think this is?
I`ll kick your ass, twice
Bob, if you`re out there
Let me see you dance
You said you were funky, c`mon
B O B, spell the s**t backwards, what`d it say
Same motherf**kin` s**t
Turn it out, Bob, ain`t that a bitch?