text: B.o.B. play the guitar
   play the guitar
  B.o.B. play the guitar
   play the guitar
  Well its B.o.B, flyer than a stewardess
  Fresh to death like Im dressed for a eulogy
  My outfits retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
  Ill 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
  Yall 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 aint running shit you cant even walk with us
  Still Im chill; blunt wider than a coffee cup
  You know its B.o, I do this for the people
  Stacking c-notes, pockets on Cee-Lo
  Uhm, Im killing em Mama - Im talking hockey mask
  I do it to death, swag on body bag
  This beat is out of here, its gone
  Farewell, so long, so long 
  Im sayonara, the way Im gone
  So far away there aint no signal on my phone
  Cuz Im a star, so when I hit the bar its like Cheers
  Everybody knows who you are
  Who wouldve thought I wouldve took it this far?
  Play the guitar
  Play the guitar, play the guitar, play the guitar
   play the guitar
   Play the guitar play the guitar
   Play the guitar
  Man, I keep having this re-occurring image where Im
  Standing on top of Churchs Chicken playing guitar
  Looked over and I see B.o.B. with this strange cigar
  Hes standing on top of Dunkin Donuts; its like he own it
  We at the corner of Give It To Em and They Dont Want It
  We out here somewhere in mid-Europe, they out here joning
  My niggas threw out way too much jewelry, my chain lonely
  But they dont know about black pearls, but I will show them
  Why the world sleeping on black girls? Hey I dont know, man
  Silverback Stacks, jumping out the jungle
  Blowing tiger stripe bubbles with Go To Hell bubblegum
  When I was young, a space shuttle got hung in front of everyone
  And grandmum tells me to stay humble but do not un-der-stand
  One of these mumbles will 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 take us more time
  Excuse me if Im 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 aint true but
  You give me six strings and a pick
  And I will make a guitar talk, why, I aint gotta say shit
  And I encourage any child to pick up some instrument
  Cuz if youre mad at your dad or mum, you can grab it and strum
  Eat your cabbage and corn, by the time youre done
  You will finally realize that they meant you no harm
  They was trying to save your crazy ass from whats to come
  3000 muthafucka Mr. Tell-Me-Somethin
  My partners say I should practice more, I know
  They be saying I sound like Im out of tune
  I ask them: Do you cry in tune nigga? Do you laugh in tune?