Rob G.
Rob G (born December 4, 1973) is an American comics artist who has done work for DC Comics, Image Comics, and AiT/Planet Lar, and is best known for Teenagers from Mars and The Couriers.
Biography
Rob G. studied art at Virginia Commonwealth University in Richmond, Virginia, until late 1997 when he moved to New York City and began self-publishing Teenagers from Mars with Rick Spears after self-publishing their second graphic novel Dead West, the pair published the comic series Repo with Image Comics.
He lives in Portland, Oregon, with his wife and daughter.
Bibliography
Comics work includes:
- The Couriers (88 pages, March 2003, ISBN 1-932051-06-6)
- Dirtbike Manifesto (88 pages, February 2004, ISBN 1-932051-18-X)
- The Ballad of Johnny Funwrecker (88 pages, February 2005, ISBN 1-932051-31-7)
No problem
No problem is an English expression, meaning "you're welcome". It is similar to the Australian English expression no worries. The phrase is used in most of the United States, especially on the East Coast of the United States.
Some find the expression, particularly when employed in the service industry, to be rude, implying that a reasonable request could have been received as problematic or unwelcome.
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References
No Problem! (TV series)
No Problem! is a Channel 4 sitcom which ran from 1983 to 1985, created by the Black Theatre Co-operative. The show was written by Farrukh Dhondy and Mustapha Matura. Twenty-seven episodes were broadcast of the programme, which focused on a family of Jamaican heritage, the Powells, living in a council house in Willesden Green, London. It was voted Britain's 100th best sitcom in a poll carried out by the BBC.
Synopsis
No Problem! was the first sitcom to be broadcast on Britain's new Channel 4 TV station. It was also the first comedy series specifically to address the lifestyle of the British black community. The show's producers made a conscious decision to focus on comedy rather than "race issues", which drew some criticism. Writing for the BFI website Screenonline, critic Mark Duguid wrote:
Cast
Also directed/produced by Micky Dolenz of The Monkees.
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No Problem
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How You Like Me Now
by: Rob G[Chorus: Kane Beats]
"How you like me now, cause I'm real"
"How you like me"
"How you like me now, cause I'm real"
"How you like me"
"How you like me now, cause I'm real"
"How you like me"
"How you like me now, cause I'm real"
"How you like me"
[Chorus]
[Verse 1: Rob G]
Now tell me
How you like me now, cause I'm real (I'm real)
You see
I was that before I got a deal (Before the deal)
Now this is Rob G, I don't lie to chill (Never that)
Now let me tell the world exactly how I feel (Let's GO)
You see
I'm thinkin' that it's 'bout the time, I been gettin' down for mine
Makin' sure the south is mine, thinkin' that you out your mind
All I do is speak the truth, everytime I hit the booth
Look around and see the proof, reach the hood, I'll reach for you
Damn right, a real muh'fucker, go 'head and glance twice
I don't rap about my dreams, I rap about my damn life
Stackin' my paper, want me to rap 'bout my paper
My credit sucks, my bills are bad, but I'll just pay it off later
I ain't broke, though, you know I got that hood money
But Uncle Sam just be knowin' about that good money
So when I tell you I can get the 'ye
I don't be sayin' it
Cause this rhymin' with some shit I say
I just sold a brick today
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: Trae]
R.I.P. the hoe, so I swang a popo grill
Made it out the hood, but I'm in the hood
Leather so soft, yeah, I like the way it feel
Hoppin' out fresh, like I signed a million dollar deal
Yeah, I'm the truth, '84, sittin' on the truck
Haters on my nuts, while I'm ridin' with a Cuban slut
Or I can do the drop, trunk up
Fifth-eighth
Doors hoppin' fly, while I'm sittin' on some sick paint
Customize, I'm Johnny, your shit H
Nose in the air, actin' like my shit don't stank
I'm the king of the streets, so I'm top rank
(?) from the whips, and I can roll where ya block can't
I walk nice, and my whips, they shoot up
Beatin' so hard, it'll make you throw your food up
A.B.S. still red, black and blue'ed up
And we don't wanna hear it if it never been smold with blood
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Rob G]
Now you can tell
I'm real by the way I be walkin', real by the way I be actin'
Real by the way I be talkin', real by the way I be rappin'
Man I feel, throbbin' like a chandelier
Thought that I would blow it like a Cavalier
Now you keep a camera near
Cause you know you in the presense of a star
I'm still hood, love to keep my weapon in my drawer
The rapper's rapper, took a path that's faster
Where respect come first, and the cash is after
From Coasta Lia
Got 'em shook, I'm here
Damn near became a legend in my city in a year
So you like
Actin' like you don't know who I
It's Rob G, the hottest four letters since July
It's the new guy, higher than the blue sky
Lot of dudes rappin', and I do not have a clue why
XXL said, "We dead, " NO SUCKA
Go back and see the issue that got Wayne on the cover
Tell me