Lyrics:
Run it back, call me JK Dobbins
Talking smack, but ya head still nodding
Why the fuck you always wanna start a problem
Little bitch I don't need no
jing-a-ling
The bells have got the snowflakes dancing
Jing, jing-a-ling, jing-a-ling, jing-a-ling
Ol' Dobbin's even prancing
Jing, jing-a-ling, jing-a-ling,
the living that I'm lovin'
Where they creep and crawl and flip and flap and flob and dangle dobbin'
Sponge a fouler drag em holler more a course the ocean
Whoa! Dobbin!
Whoa there, Dobbin!
Wow! It's might dark in this kissing bridge!
Hey! Hi neighbours! ( Hi! Stranger! )
But if you're with your girl,
dizzy
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy has ever seen
Molly went to Arkansas, she got raped by Dobbin's dog
dizzy
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy has ever seen
Molly went to Arkansas, she got raped by Dobbin's dog
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy has ever seen
Molly went to Arkansas
She got raped by Dobbin's dog
Well, she was
Whoa! Dobbin!
Whoa there, Dobbin!
Wow! It's might dark in this kissing bridge!
Hey! Hi neighbours! ( Hi! Stranger! )
But if you're with your girl,
done told me I won't go to Dobbins
Jon Jon my brudda ain' goin' for nun' if you know
Then you know we like Batman and Robin
Grew up in buildings it was
makes me dizzy
The sunlight makes me clean
And your light is the sweetest thing
This boy has ever seen
Molly went to Arkansas, she got raped by Dobbin's
B-bald white plug and he look like he Russian
Bald white plug like Cory Dobbins
If I'm draggin' my nuts then there ain't no stoppin'
I rap all day and you
A. Dobbins - alt. sax, J. Hudson - brt. sax
J. Wimby - piano, G. Holloway Jr. - bass
D. J. Clark - drums.
Recorded Atlanta, GA. Oct. 16, 1951
Original
(Rory Bourke/Gene Dobbins/Johnny Wilson)
It's too late
You say you want me, and it's too late
Once my love for you was so great
But it's too late
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy has ever seen
Molly went to Arkansas, she got bit by Dobbin's dog
Well, she was doing
a eagle to a pigeon
Birds on the wire one hundred deep and we chillin'
Finga' on the trigga', thats the uptown livin'
High to the sky no dobbin for
Saying how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again
Then lusty Ralph and Robin with many damsels gay
Did ride on Roan and Dobbin
all see
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee
And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie
a eagle to a pigeon
Birds on the wire one hundred deep and we chillin'
Finga' on the trigga', thats the uptown livin'
High to the sky no dobbin for
all may see
With the wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee
And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie
any case there's no use in dopin' chokin' mopin' and sobbin'
Come on you disheartenin' dobbins
Sayin' sorry is my problem
So to conclude
I'm
a eagle to a pigeon
Birds on the wire one hundred deep and we chillin'
Finga' on the trigga', thats the uptown livin'
High to the sky no dobbin for
make back whoa
I am more like what’s poppin
She like get out of my face
I’m running game like I’m Dobbins
She’d rather jog it in place (whew)
That’s cool
may see
With the wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee
And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye
Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie
And a good
of Dobbins Bridge Road
I’m a real one to my city
Inspiration to the kiddies
Who you know can talk that talk
But still get your speakers litty
So you don’t play
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