B.o.B play the guitar!
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, play the guitar
[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
Ballin' on beats got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill where the ٹھنڈے, کولر is
Dr J flow, آپ can call me Julius
Y'all take shots, I direct, movie shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas startin' conversations just so they can talk us up
If آپ ain't runnin' shit آپ can't even walk with us
Still I'm chill blunt wider than a coffee cup
آپ know it's B.o, I do this for the people
Stackin' c-notes, pockets on Cee-Lo
Uhm, I'm killin' 'em mama, I'm talkin' 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
I'm sayonara, the way I'm gone
So far away there ain't no signal on my phone
Cause I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's like Cheers
Everybody knows who آپ are
Who would've thought I would've took it this far
Play the guitar
[Chorus]
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
(3000) Play the گٹار (3000) play the guitar
(3000) Play the guitar
[Andre 3000]
Man, I keep havin' this re-occurring image where I'm
Standing on سب, سب سے اوپر of Church's Chicken playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B with this strange cigar
He's standing on سب, سب سے اوپر 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 somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawnin'
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don't know about black pearls, but I will دکھائیں them
"Why the world sleepin' on black girls?" ارے I don't know, man
Silverback Stacks, jumpin' out the jungle
Blowin' 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 un-der-stand
When they leave mumbles to 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 takes us مزید time
Excuse me if I'm no exhibitionist accordin' to the internet
3000 got a big old dic-tionary full of words
He must know how to use 'em
It also says I play the violin and that ain't true but
آپ give me six strings and a pick
And I will make a گٹار 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 یا mum, آپ can grab it and strum
Eat your cabbage and corn, سے طرف کی the time you're done
آپ will finally realize that they meant آپ no harm
They was tryin' to save your crazy پچھواڑے, گدا from what's to come
3000 muthafucka Mr Tell-Me-Somethin'
My partner say I should practice more, I know
They be saying I sound like I'm out of tune
I ask them, do آپ cry in tune nigga? do آپ laugh in tune?
[Chorus]
(3000) Play the guitar, (3000) play the guitar, (3000) play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
B.o.B Play the گٹار B.o.B play the guitar
B.o.B Play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
B.o.B Play the گٹار (3000) play the guitar
B.o.B Play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
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, play the guitar
[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
Ballin' on beats got hops like breweries
Sideline haters need to chill where the ٹھنڈے, کولر is
Dr J flow, آپ can call me Julius
Y'all take shots, I direct, movie shit
Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball 'em up
Niggas startin' conversations just so they can talk us up
If آپ ain't runnin' shit آپ can't even walk with us
Still I'm chill blunt wider than a coffee cup
آپ know it's B.o, I do this for the people
Stackin' c-notes, pockets on Cee-Lo
Uhm, I'm killin' 'em mama, I'm talkin' 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
I'm sayonara, the way I'm gone
So far away there ain't no signal on my phone
Cause I'm a star, so when I hit the bar it's like Cheers
Everybody knows who آپ are
Who would've thought I would've took it this far
Play the guitar
[Chorus]
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
(3000) Play the گٹار (3000) play the guitar
(3000) Play the guitar
[Andre 3000]
Man, I keep havin' this re-occurring image where I'm
Standing on سب, سب سے اوپر of Church's Chicken playing guitar
Looked over and I see B.o.B with this strange cigar
He's standing on سب, سب سے اوپر 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 somewhere and me in Europe, they out here yawnin'
My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
But they don't know about black pearls, but I will دکھائیں them
"Why the world sleepin' on black girls?" ارے I don't know, man
Silverback Stacks, jumpin' out the jungle
Blowin' 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 un-der-stand
When they leave mumbles to 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 takes us مزید time
Excuse me if I'm no exhibitionist accordin' to the internet
3000 got a big old dic-tionary full of words
He must know how to use 'em
It also says I play the violin and that ain't true but
آپ give me six strings and a pick
And I will make a گٹار 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 یا mum, آپ can grab it and strum
Eat your cabbage and corn, سے طرف کی the time you're done
آپ will finally realize that they meant آپ no harm
They was tryin' to save your crazy پچھواڑے, گدا from what's to come
3000 muthafucka Mr Tell-Me-Somethin'
My partner say I should practice more, I know
They be saying I sound like I'm out of tune
I ask them, do آپ cry in tune nigga? do آپ laugh in tune?
[Chorus]
(3000) Play the guitar, (3000) play the guitar, (3000) play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
B.o.B Play the گٹار B.o.B play the guitar
B.o.B Play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar
B.o.B Play the گٹار (3000) play the guitar
B.o.B Play the guitar
B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, play the guitar