Black Rob
Black Rob (born Robert Ross) was a rapper formerly signed to Bad Boy Record… Read Full Bio ↴Black Rob (born Robert Ross) was a rapper formerly signed to Bad Boy Records. He began associating with the label as early as 1996, appearing on several Bad Boy albums, as well as other projects. These guest appearances earned him a media buzz and he kept attention with the smash hit single "Whoa!". Following this, the album Life Story was released in 2000 and rose above Platinum sales. His second album, The Black Rob Report, failed to perform as strongly as his debut and quickly disappeared from the Billboard 100 charts.
Ross has a history of arrests spanning from his childhood to even after his record label signing and album release. This culminated in him recently being sentenced to seven years in prison in 2006 for failing to show up to court for his sentencing (which was to be 2 – 6 years initially) in a grand larceny charge from 2004, in which he was accused of robbing more than $6,000 worth of jewelry from a hotel room. He was released from prison in May 2010, cutting ties with Bad Boy and releasing his third album Game Tested, Streets Approved the following year on July 26, 2011 via Duck Down Music. His fourth album Genuine Article was released in 2015, with features from various artists such as Sean Price, Tek, Q Parker, Ron Browz and Murda Mook.
On April 17, 2021, Ross passed away at the age of 51, due to kidney failure.
Ross has a history of arrests spanning from his childhood to even after his record label signing and album release. This culminated in him recently being sentenced to seven years in prison in 2006 for failing to show up to court for his sentencing (which was to be 2 – 6 years initially) in a grand larceny charge from 2004, in which he was accused of robbing more than $6,000 worth of jewelry from a hotel room. He was released from prison in May 2010, cutting ties with Bad Boy and releasing his third album Game Tested, Streets Approved the following year on July 26, 2011 via Duck Down Music. His fourth album Genuine Article was released in 2015, with features from various artists such as Sean Price, Tek, Q Parker, Ron Browz and Murda Mook.
On April 17, 2021, Ross passed away at the age of 51, due to kidney failure.
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Whoa!
Black Rob Lyrics
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Yo, I'm gettin' ready to put y'all up on somethin' man (what's goin' on, yo?)
Yo, when you see somethin' ill (uh-huh)
You know what I mean? That shit is whoa (that's what whoa means)
Anything ill you see is whoa (uh-huh)
Nigga have a big 6 at the curb, that's whoa (okay)
Especially if he got the fully equipped kit on it, it's whoa
Like you know what I mean? Like yo
I had this bad bitch Uptown, she was whoa
Had me fucked up in the head, I mean whoa
Bought the bitch diamonds and pearls, I mean whoa
Shoulda seen them shits shinin' on her wrist, whoa
Now money ain't a problem, see my dough is like whoa
Pulled out my bankroll on y'all niggas like whoa
Floss the blue shrimp from two-tenth like whoa
Faggot want to peep my blueprints, I'm like whoa
Had to hit the brakes on y'all niggas like whoa
Niggas gettin' pulled on my block like whoa
Comin' home within a half an hour like whoa
Frontin' like they had the manpower like whoa
More or less
Moreso, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like whoa!
My niggas like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa
Ease pain with cocaine like whoa
Now I'm Doc Strange in the Range like whoa (they don't know me)
Hundred miles an hour, switchin' lanes like whoa
Plus I'm gettin' brain from this chick like whoa
Finger near a nigga asshole like whoa
Scene floss riches and bitches like whoa
Nine-nine Jag, Benz coupe like whoa
Keep them cheese lines on your blocks like whoa
Grenade through your window bitch, like whoa
Love to see me do this shit, like whoa
Niggas put me through this shit, like whoa
So I'ma go toe to toe, blow for blow like whoa
And rip your torso
Live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like whoa
My niggas, like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa
We bag it, then flip it like whoa
Cars we jack it then strip it like whoa
Fully equip it, front to back, like whoa
Spittin' on fiends that come for crack like whoa
Askin' for shorts and shit nigga like whoa
Half on his krunk, now nigga that's whoa
Flow so properly you'll see I'm whoa
Ain't no stoppin' me, I'm deep like whoa
Guns be poppin', B, we creep like whoa
Hear my name in these streets it's like whoa
Must I pound the concrete like whoa
Fill his bitch ass, head to feet like whoa
Your man ain't whoa, the judge ain't whoa
C.O's ain't whoa, P.O's ain't whoa
Play y'all self I get the G.I. Joe
D-I-C-K riders ain't whoa
I'll rip your torso
Live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like whoa
My niggas, like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa
Niggas gettin' money in VA is whoa
Honies lookin' right in ATL is whoa
Niggas pimpin' hoes in Chi-Town is whoa
Bitches takin' paper in L.A. is whoa
Niggas stacking dough in D.C. is whoa
P.R. and D.R. hold me down like whoa
Ballers in Detroit hold me down like whoa
Niggas in New Orleans gettin' money is whoa
Boston and Jersey, muhfuckers is whoa
Florida niggas and Philly niggas is whoa
Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is whoa
Memphis and Lil Rock, my niggas is whoa
Panama niggas they hold me down like whoa
My New York peoples they hold me down like whoa
Bad Boy nigga, word is bond we whoa
Alumni bitches, word is bond we whoa
N.C, S.C., motherfuckers is whoa
My nigga Buckwild, word is bond, he whoa
Uh, and that's just how the story go
And whoever I forgot on this shit is, whoa
Aww man, whoa
Eighth street, Life Stories (whoa)
P.D.P.R., that nigga
The beat I got from big Buckwild is whoa
That nigga Black Rob on the mic is whoa
My whole fuckin'-
Yo, when you see somethin' ill (uh-huh)
You know what I mean? That shit is whoa (that's what whoa means)
Anything ill you see is whoa (uh-huh)
Nigga have a big 6 at the curb, that's whoa (okay)
Especially if he got the fully equipped kit on it, it's whoa
Like you know what I mean? Like yo
I had this bad bitch Uptown, she was whoa
Had me fucked up in the head, I mean whoa
Bought the bitch diamonds and pearls, I mean whoa
Shoulda seen them shits shinin' on her wrist, whoa
Now money ain't a problem, see my dough is like whoa
Pulled out my bankroll on y'all niggas like whoa
Floss the blue shrimp from two-tenth like whoa
Faggot want to peep my blueprints, I'm like whoa
Had to hit the brakes on y'all niggas like whoa
Niggas gettin' pulled on my block like whoa
Comin' home within a half an hour like whoa
Frontin' like they had the manpower like whoa
More or less
Moreso, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like whoa!
My niggas like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa
Ease pain with cocaine like whoa
Now I'm Doc Strange in the Range like whoa (they don't know me)
Hundred miles an hour, switchin' lanes like whoa
Plus I'm gettin' brain from this chick like whoa
Finger near a nigga asshole like whoa
Scene floss riches and bitches like whoa
Nine-nine Jag, Benz coupe like whoa
Keep them cheese lines on your blocks like whoa
Grenade through your window bitch, like whoa
Love to see me do this shit, like whoa
Niggas put me through this shit, like whoa
So I'ma go toe to toe, blow for blow like whoa
And rip your torso
Live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like whoa
My niggas, like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa
We bag it, then flip it like whoa
Cars we jack it then strip it like whoa
Fully equip it, front to back, like whoa
Spittin' on fiends that come for crack like whoa
Askin' for shorts and shit nigga like whoa
Half on his krunk, now nigga that's whoa
Flow so properly you'll see I'm whoa
Ain't no stoppin' me, I'm deep like whoa
Guns be poppin', B, we creep like whoa
Hear my name in these streets it's like whoa
Must I pound the concrete like whoa
Fill his bitch ass, head to feet like whoa
Your man ain't whoa, the judge ain't whoa
C.O's ain't whoa, P.O's ain't whoa
Play y'all self I get the G.I. Joe
D-I-C-K riders ain't whoa
I'll rip your torso
Live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like whoa
My niggas, like dough, light 'dro
Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like whoa
Niggas gettin' money in VA is whoa
Honies lookin' right in ATL is whoa
Niggas pimpin' hoes in Chi-Town is whoa
Bitches takin' paper in L.A. is whoa
Niggas stacking dough in D.C. is whoa
P.R. and D.R. hold me down like whoa
Ballers in Detroit hold me down like whoa
Niggas in New Orleans gettin' money is whoa
Boston and Jersey, muhfuckers is whoa
Florida niggas and Philly niggas is whoa
Tampa and Texas, Cleveland is whoa
Memphis and Lil Rock, my niggas is whoa
Panama niggas they hold me down like whoa
My New York peoples they hold me down like whoa
Bad Boy nigga, word is bond we whoa
Alumni bitches, word is bond we whoa
N.C, S.C., motherfuckers is whoa
My nigga Buckwild, word is bond, he whoa
Uh, and that's just how the story go
And whoever I forgot on this shit is, whoa
Aww man, whoa
Eighth street, Life Stories (whoa)
P.D.P.R., that nigga
The beat I got from big Buckwild is whoa
That nigga Black Rob on the mic is whoa
My whole fuckin'-
Black Rob’s song “Whoa!” is a rap anthem that describes a lifestyle that’s so amazing that it makes you say “whoa!” The song’s lyrics concentrate on things that are exceptional in a way that nothing else compares to them. When you see something "ill," you say "whoa." The song starts with an introduction to different scenarios that can be called "whoa," like seeing a luxury car fully equipped to the fullest with the best kit or a woman so beautiful and attractive that she leaves you stunned.
The song's chorus states that Rob's life is "whoa" as he speaks about his riches, nice cars, and the way he lives his life with such ease, both socially and financially. However, the song's second verse takes a darker turn, with Rob rapping about drug use, violence, and disrespecting women. The song's third verse features a tribute to various cities and states around the United States where Rob's "people" reside in a manner that is so "whoa" that it cannot be contested.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Written by: Anthony Best, Harve Pierre, Robert Ross
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