Story Behind The Song

I thought it would be great to combine Cypress Hill with Beatles-esque backward guitar...so, that's how this got started..People love it LIVE, too! The story is about Bobby and his misguided ways...Everyone knows a Bobby.

Song Description

This is another story about our beloved Bobby. This time we have him in the Stoner's seat..

Lyrics

Bobby?s On His Own


Bobbie?s gettin? stoned when he sparks up a bone
He raps into a microphone connected to a thing he owns
Bobbie?s getting high, his mouth is gettin? dry
But all the time he doesn?t stop to think or wonder how or why
Bobbie?s getting baked but the Brotha ain?t no fool
You can find him you can meet him but he goes to reefer school
Goin downtown for an ounce of the brown.We seen him around. He stole ten pounds.

Chorus: Bobbie?s own his own. He gets real stoned. Leave him alone. Spark that bone.

The beats are preety crazy and the air is kinda smelly
Bobbie?s gotta hankerin? a hunkerin? for jelly
He eats it up, yummm but that doesn?t stop his appetite
Workin? on some rhymes but the brotha just ain?t got it right
Bobbie?s getting? whipped. His mama she done flipped.
She pushed him out the door. He turned around and then the brotha tripped

Chorus (2)

Bobby never liked sports, even hates to wear shorts
The brothas pickin? teams and that?s when Bobby?s feelin? out of sorts
He walks away. Lights up a jay
Don?t try no conversation cuz ya won?t like what he has to say
Where does he get his shit? I think it?s from a biker.
His bitch is servin? cocktails and the boys they really like her.
What does that mean? It means ya better keep your mouth shut.
He?s livin? on the Eastside with that one eyed nappy hairy slut

Chorus (3)

Guitar Solo