B.o.B play the guitar (B.o.B, 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, B.o.B) play the guitar [Verse 1: 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 Balling on beats got hops like breweries Sideline haters need to chill where the cooler is Dr. J flow, you can call me Julius Y’all take shots, I direct, movie shit Grand Hustle champion, all I do is ball ‘em up Niggas starting conversations just so they can talk us up If you ain’t running shit you can’t even walk with us Still I’m chill blunt wider than a coffee cup You know it’s B.o, I do this for the people Stacking c-notes, pockets on Cee-lo Uhm, I’m killing ‘em mama, I’m talking 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 Cuz I’m a star, so when I hit the bar it’s like Cheers Everybody knows who you are Who would’ve thought I would’ve took it this far? Play the guitar [Hook: T.I.] Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar (B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B, B.o.B) play the guitar (3000) Play the guitar (3000) play the guitar (3000) Play the guitar [Verse 2: Andre 3000] Man, I keep having this re-occurring image where I’m Standing on top of Church’s Chicken playing guitar Looked over and I see B.o.B. with this strange cigar He’s standing on top 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 yawning My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely But they don’t know about black pearls, but I will show them “Why the world sleeping on black girls?” Hey I don’t know, man Silverback Stacks, jumping out the jungle Blowing 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 more time Excuse me if I’m no exhibitionist according 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 You give me six strings and a pick And I will make a guitar 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 or mum, you can grab it and strum Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time you’re done You will finally realize that they meant you no harm They was trying to save your crazy ass from what’s to come 3000 muthafucka “Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin’” [Outro: Andre 3000] And my partner say I should practice more – I know They be saying I sound like I’m out of tune I ask them – do you cry in tune nigga? do you laugh in tune? Read more: http://www.killerhiphop.com/b-o-b-play-the-guitar-lyrics/#ixzz1izaflWZl