• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• There He Is - Bobby Creekwater
• Don't Be A Hero - Bobby Creekwater
• Vibe Killer - Bobby Creekwater

[Intro: Bobby Creekwater]
Yesssss, ladies and gentlemen (yeah man)
Bobby Creekwater, today's host
Today's narrator, yeah
(We do this shit every year around this time)
Today's what-the-fuck-ever you wanna call it
But I need y'all to sit back, and listen
Listen man (fuck what you write man, just go get 'em)
[Verse 1:]
An executive mindframe, fuck tryin to rap
Niggaz represent a corner, I refined the map
Artesian water, this is flow untapped

[Intro: Cashis & Bobby Creekwater]
The Motherfucking Gangster And A Gentleman (Oh)
I Am The Gangster Capo Cashis
Creek The Gentleman, Swag On Them (Ha-Ha)
Put Your Hands Up, Now Put Your Hands Up (Yeah Man)
What Up A-Town (We Worth All That)
We About To Show You How We Make Are Shady Narcotics
(Cashis What Up, Let's Say We Get To This Niggas One Time)
[Bobby Creekwater:]
The Soft Leather In The Cope Got Me Going Hard
Her Soft Lips And The Brain Got Me Growing Smart
Oh Lord I'm So Caught Up In This Life Style
Cold Hearted Every Now And Then I Might Smile
Spend A Day In My Shoes, And Walk A Light Mile
I Need A Big Problem, Money Fucking Light Pile
My Style So Similar To Yero, A Surgeon With The Word Play Nero
[Chorus: Bobby Creekwater]
Please Don't Be A Hero, We Shut Shit Down
And We Want It All, Not Now But Right Now
Blow The Safe, Put The Money In The Bag
Not Enough Room With A Drag
[Cashis:]
I'm Running In The Bank Like Buck, I Don't Give A Fuck
Flagged Down, Half Broke, Looking Like Nigga What
I'm The Phillie-up, Still Hittin Niggas Up
Foe-Fim Pull My Dump, See 50 What
Spit Blood, Piss Suds In Your Rental Truck
Lite A Blunt, Found A Pretty Little Bitch To Fuck
Hear Your Rap Songs, Thinking That You Really Suck
I'm A Bigger Boss, Bigger Dick, Really Nuts
Better Feel Me Russ, Nigga I Ain't Feeling Duck
I'm a Find Your Ass Down, Let Me Trigger Fuck
I'm In Your City Chump, You Ain't Owned By Anyone
And If I Smack A Bitch Nigga, Chump I'm Getting Bust
I Got Explosive Drugs, Highly Banned Solder Stuff
You Better Recognize A G When You Close To One
I'm Real Life Gang Type, With The Focus Spun
You In My Sights, I'm a Show You Who The Locus Cause
[Chorus: Bobby Creekwater]
Please Don't Be A Hero, We Shut Shit Down
And We Want It All, Not Now But Right Now (By Now Man)
Blow The Safe, Put The Money In The Bag (Come On Man)
Not Enough Room With A Drag (You Know The Routine)
[Bobby Creekwater:]
I'm Oh So Era, Get, Checked On This Rap
I Hear You Niggas, Rap Dre's Vent
But It Don't Matter None, We Elephants To An Ant
I'm Not The One For No, Probably Or Can't
You Niggas Sound For Me, Like Chant You Pansies
Any Hater Can't Get My Middle, Forlangie
I Guess The Question For Then You Niggas Is Can we
Well Yes We Can, Obama Me Man
You Probably Get Your Lanes Gone For Feed Man
Goons With Weapons in The Air, Like He Man
You Say Bobby In The Future, I Don't Agree Man
I Had Become Everything I Wanted To Be Man
They Call Me Creek, And Now A Days I Don't See Land
Down Underwater Like A Seaman
Ay Homie,
If You Mention One You Mention All, Cause it's We Man
And That's The Way It's Going To Motherfucking Be Man
[Chorus: Bobby Creekwater]
Please Don't Be A Hero, We Shut Shit Down
And We Want It All, Not Now But Right Now (Right Now Nigga)
Blow The Safe, Put The Money In The Bag (Yeah)
Not Enough Room With A Drag

God, I wonder why niggas still chasing this dream
But it's been so long, I forgot to read
And see the world fucked up
But I'm still outside with my team
If we get a couple mil we can change the season
Right some wrongs, cut life back on
This a cake for two and if you ate with two
Invest a little bit of money and your people plight
Then kick back and see what they could do
I mean anything can be Gucci, man
New computer, quiet shooter, bad bitches with acquired taste
Their Dominican hair on his favorite hooker
We cruise through and we chose to, new shoes, too, nigga lose the hoop
We ain't worried about none of that
We just tryina take some of that
Nigga zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, comma, that
Reflect on war shit and make fun of that
Whatever mama want, I'm just on to that
Man, I just want what I feel these sucker niggas owe me
A nigga make his mouth say anything, nigga gotta show me
Nigga pardon my French, but a nigga came up in the projects
The whole world exists when we do it like this, 'cause we ain't know yet
And we ain't care yet, we got wishes, nigga, needs, we ain't there yet
On top of that, man, life ain't fair yet
And I ain't got a couple dollars I can spare yet
Them hoes might not think I'm clear yet
But I keep playing the game, shooting the J, boxing out
So I can be the reason the drops come out
And not move an inch when the cops come out
And not have to worry about my fate
When the whole team eat misfits for plate
And the press going up, let me fix my rate
'Cause this shit shine, don't fit my crate
I can run shit easily, nigga, I'm in shape
Not giving a fuck and ambition, hell, that's all that takes
A whole lot of sins dressed up and make it
All eyes up to the make of the car
I'm watching one of yours run around with a dealer
Please, could you just give a break to us, now?
I promise I wont' change one more hoe, one more, one more dough
On the people I love most this ego goes
But fucking with me is an incredible no, no
You know like don't touch the iron on the stove when it's on
You know like please don't read to an MJ song
You know like nigga, you know that car don't belong on chrome