Song | Bob George |
Artist | Prince |
Album | The Black Album |
作词 : Prince | |
Gal, let me see ya dance | |
New coat, huh? | |
That's nice, did you buy it? | |
Yeah, right | |
You seein' that rich mother****** 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 mother****** | |
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 mother******s | |
Who bought you that diamond ring? | |
Yeah right, since when did you have a job? | |
You seeing that rich mother****** again | |
What's his name? | |
Bob? Bob, ain't that a *************? | |
What's he do for a living? | |
Manage rock stars? | |
Who, Prince? | |
Ain't that a *************? | |
That skinny mother****** 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 *************' 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 *************? | |
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 *************? | |
BobCome out with your hands up, | |
I'll kick your ass | |
This is your last warning, think | |
I won't?Oh no, the nigger's got a laser | |
Let's get the hell out of here | |
Is Mr. George home? | |
Hello, Mr. | |
George?This is your conscience, mother****** | |
Why don't you leave mother******s alone? | |
What's wrong with you? | |
Well, why can't we just dance? | |
Why can't we just dance? | |
No, ************* that, ************* that | |
I don't talk about you, | |
I don't talk about you[Incomprehensible] yo little almond shaped head ass | |
Who the ************* 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 *************t backwards, what'd it say | |
Same mother*************' *************t | |
Turn it out, | |
Bob, ain't that a *************? |
zuò cí : Prince | |
Gal, let me see ya dance | |
New coat, huh? | |
That' s nice, did you buy it? | |
Yeah, right | |
You seein' that rich mother 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 mother | |
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 mother s | |
Who bought you that diamond ring? | |
Yeah right, since when did you have a job? | |
You seeing that rich mother again | |
What' s his name? | |
Bob? Bob, ain' t that a ? | |
What' s he do for a living? | |
Manage rock stars? | |
Who, Prince? | |
Ain' t that a ? | |
That skinny mother 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 ' 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 reddishbrown one, | |
Bob, ain' t that a ? | |
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 ? | |
BobCome out with your hands up, | |
I' ll kick your ass | |
This is your last warning, think | |
I won' t? Oh no, the nigger' s got a laser | |
Let' s get the hell out of here | |
Is Mr. George home? | |
Hello, Mr. | |
George? This is your conscience, mother | |
Why don' t you leave mother s alone? | |
What' s wrong with you? | |
Well, why can' t we just dance? | |
Why can' t we just dance? | |
No, that, that | |
I don' t talk about you, | |
I don' t talk about you Incomprehensible yo little almond shaped head ass | |
Who the 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 t backwards, what' d it say | |
Same mother' t | |
Turn it out, | |
Bob, ain' t that a ? |