Artist: Royce Da 5'9" f/ Cedric the Entertainer, J. Cole
Album:  Book of Ryan
Song:   Boblo Boat
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

"Cruising down the river, dancing 'til your feet got numb.
 Cool summer breezes blowing through your hair as you stood gazing down the river
 in anticipation of the thrill of the dizzying rides at the amusement park.
 Ahh, memories of Bob-Lo Island."

[Intro: Cedric the Entertainer]
All is your world, ain't nothin but a squirrel tryin to get a nut
Just jealous of everybody that's headed out on that Bob-Lo boat
It is the perfect weather, and the perfect time to enjoy, a few snacks
Aww man, I wish I was joining you
A little cheese and crackers, a little ghetto wine
A little rear medium lights, some hardy Rizla Green
But let's do this, only on Smooth FM

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nothin compared to our family trips
My uncle shook hands with a manly grip
All this hand-me-down-shit I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me anti-bitch
My granddaddy mistress caught the bid'ness from my granny fist
That was back 'fore I was born
Pop told stories 'bout it that would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got along
On the Bob-Lo boat; uh, on our way to that black amusement park
Wood rollercoasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cars
Uh, smokin grass at the vintage food court
Broken glass, waitin on you on the swimmin pool floor
I came across my identity on the Bob-Lo boat
That's where I lost my virginity, no condom though
That's when paranoia hit me like when superstition does
Left my inhibitions I guess where my supervision was
Parties on the way to the island would be the livest though
First time big bro hit the bottle was on the Bob-Lo boat
But neither one of us knew that we would both
grow up and turn to alcoholics though, Bob-Lo boat

{"Hey hey hey, lil' Craig, come here - ay hit this nigga.
  Nigga, don't worry about what the fuck it is, just drink!"

[Interlude: J. Cole]
Yeah yeah, yeah
Some of my better times, I shared with you
I shared with you, yeah
Shit, all of my better days, I shared with you
I shared with you, shit
And now I gotta
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Shit, stuck inside a rat race (fuck)
Rat race (fuck, fuck)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up again
Stuck inside this rat race (fuck)
Yeah, look

[J. Cole]
Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
Dig it, ten-inch rims on my mama's Civic
Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows tinted
Don't even give a fuck that it's dented, bitch I'm the man now, I'm rollin
Drivin it slow as if it's stolen
Pilin up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
Callin up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's like double deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't come with game on how to finesse her
Five semesters left until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real nigga 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her
This was my main concern back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the
Backspace button or hit Return but life is not no Word Processor
Most folks would burn the sess to burn the stress of
my real-life trauma, plus fickle niggaz thinkin they done heard the best of
Jermaine Lamarr, but that's insane, it couldn't be further left of
The truth is that my new shit slap, you never heard it better
Give me a sec, I murder sectors, prefer to let ya
see it rather than say it, but it spill out, I gotta chill out
Say "Fuck the world" and never pull out
We had no Bob-Lo boat but I could note those times is like a Bible quote
BC, before cell phones, the first time I would smoke
I was, 6-years-old, but that's for another chapter
That's for another story - to God be the glory
I made it out unscathed, and now I sunbathe
with my son in Tanzanian sunrays thinkin 'bout them days
Thinkin 'bout them days

{"This is, 808-Ray"}