Bob George Lyrics - The Black Album - Prince

(Gal) 

Let me see ya dance 

New coat, huh? 

That's nice 

Did u buy it? 

Yeah, right 

U seeing that rich motherfucker again 

U know who I'm talking about 

That slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth 

Don't try to play me 4 yesterday's fool 

Cuz I'll slap your ass into the middle of next week 

I'm sorry baby, that's the rules 

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I pay the rent in this raggedy motherfucker 

And all u do is suck up food and heat 

Say what? Oh yeah? 

4 someone who can't stand them T.V. dinners 

U sure eat enought of them motherfuckers 

Who bought u that diamond ring? 

Yeah, right. 

Since when did u have a job? 

U seeing that rich motherfucker 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 motherfucker with the high voice? 

Please, who do I look like baby? 

Yesterday's fool? 

Don't u know I will kill u now? 

U're fuckin' right. 

I gotta gun 

U think I don't? 

Then what's this? 

Oh, u quiet now 

uh uh! 

Little? Yeah, right. It might be little but it's loud 

Photos 

Yeah, right. 

Uh uh! 

Now put that suitcase down 

And go in there 

And put on that wig I bought U 

No, No 

No, No 

The reddish-brown one 

Bob, ain't that a bitch? 

Oh 

Gotcha 

Got ya 

Hey Bob, if u're out there, let me see u dance 

U said u 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 nigger's got a laser) 

(Let's get the hell out of here) 

Is Mr. George home? 

Hello, Mr. George? {Note: The high pitched voice} 

This is your conscience, motherfucker {that responds to his call, when} 

Why don't u leave motherfuckers alone? {slowed down to about 2 rpm, says} 

What's wrong with u? {"Operator, what city please?"} 

Well, why can't we just dance? 

Why can't we just dance? 

No, fuck that, fuck that 

I don't talk about u, I don't talk about u 

Wit' yo' little almond-shaped head ass 

Who the fuck do u think this is? 

I'll kick your ass... twice 

Bob, if u're out there 

Let me see u dance 

U said u were funky, c'mon 

B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, what'd it say 

Same motherfuckin' shit 

Turn it out 

Bob, ain't that a bitch?