Bob Saget in videoclip: Wat een held!!!

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Bob Saget; wie kent hem niet?! In een hele gave videoclip, waar hij in rapt en het klinkt verdomme nog goed ook! Waarschijnlijk een geintje van Jamie Kennedy, maar het komt gewoon super over.

Je ligt overigens helemaal in een deuk als je naar de tekst luistert. Bob is dé held in deze clip, geweldig! Effe kijken en melden wat je ervan vindt.

"Bob Saget, the illest motherfucker in a Cardigan sweater!", "You want hardcore, motherfuckers?" en: "I got a cock like a donkey, hard as a rock. And a triggerfinger itching with chickenpocks."

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Ik vond het altijd eik zo'n klootviool. Zo zie je maar. Nooit geweten dat Bob Saget heel wat meer is dan een brave knuppel die foute programma's presenteert...

Bob Saget: held!!!

Lyrics:

(You are now about to witness the strength of Bob Saget.)

Have you ever had one of those nights
That started off so damn good
No fights, no fuss.
See, it's understood that when you go to the bar
Man, we ain't leavin' till there's girls in the car.

Well this night started off just like that
Except Jamie's in the driver's seat,
Saget's in the back
We rollin' on 20s to the club, pull up front
Saget's in the back seat, rollin' a blunt.

Valet opens up the door, to park the car
The bouncer at the front don't wanna let us in the bar
Bob says "Here let me show him some affection"
Then he walked up, wound up, and cold-cock decked him.
He started screaming for the bitch to respect him
Next thing you know, we're in the VIP section.

When crew runs deep like this, you wanna brag it
Who you rollin with? Bitch, I'm rollin' with Saget.

[Chorus]
Who you rollin' with?
Bob, Bob Saget.
No matta [??] nobody does it better
Who you rollin' with?
Bob, Bob Saget.
The illest mother-fucker in a cardigan sweater.
[/Chorus]

Now the night's young, but err'body's gettin' tipsy
Bob's in the booth with a chick from Poughkeepsie
He's orderin' the Don Perignon
Just drinkin' from the bottle
Makin' plans to leave the club with three models

That's when DMX and 50 Cent walked in
Bob stood up and said "Who are you again?"
At first all they did was stand around and staaare
Till X pushed Bob "Ow" and 50 hit him with a chaaair.
He's in a cardigan, khakis, shoes and no socks.
"You want hardcore mother-fuckers?"
Pulled out a glock
"I got it cocked like a donkey, hard as a rock,
and a trigger-finger itchier than Chicken Pox"
Now everybody threw their hands in the aiiir
Bob's drunk with a gun and he just don't caaare
We on the floor, he's on a table, now firin' shots
Paris Hilton's on her cell phone, callin' the cops
He blew the smoke off the tip of his gun
"Bob Saget bitch, you better a'ks someone!"

[Chorus]

Bob grabs us and the girls,
We run out the backdoor
Says he's feelin' froggy,
Daddy's still hungry for more
He's in the backseat gettin' busy again
Askin' the girls if they're lesbians "Are ya?"

The girls start kissin'
Now my dick's gettin' hard
"Let's go to my place, the hottub's in the backyard
I got beer, Henny, and an ounce of Kush,
Yo J, pull over, I gotta pee in a bush"
When you're rollin' with Bob Saget,
There's no time for rest
This mother-fucker's flippin' bottle-caps off of (her chest?)
"Shit, I'm Bob Saget, this is what I do
My house, my car, this is my crew!
I only hang with Jizzamie and Stu"
Patrol the mean streets of Malibu.
"Night boys"
Tommorrow night, we gonna do it again.
Bob Saget: my best friend.

[Chorus x2]

[speaking:]
Yo [??] how you doin' man, I know you can't answer me 'cause you didn't pick up the fuckin' phone!
Use your caller id bitch, c'mon. Anyway, we're goin out man. If you wanna, it would be fun.
We're gonna go out and see all the Lindsay Lohan wanna-be's. You wanna hang out, we can look at people's daughters,
and then go home and then wonder what the fuck we're doin'. Aight.

"Night Michelle"