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or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you're
I'ma pop a roxy
Walking out to paparazzi
Yeah we on an e-way off some E aye
Kicking it with my shawty
Yeah we posted at the Crosby
Rolling doja not
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
Day in day out imma make the day count
Imma do sum on a day to day
Day in day out imma make the day count
Yea that action on a day to day
Day in day
was spoiling for a fight
But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Bob Stein
And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49
In
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be played by,
huh, a bassoon....
Three French horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns...
"Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angele's, like an Evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
Day, Earth Day, every day should be)
If we work together and make a sound (Earth Day, Earth Day, every day could be)
Weather out the storm in
Day, Earth Day, every day should be)
If we work together and make a sound (Earth Day, Earth Day, every day could be)
Weather out the storm in
in the day they used to
Sleep on me like Tryptophan
Touchdown now the city screamin' my name
I flow gunshots and break fingers
Just to shift the pain
times playing singing good songs
Crosby Park Edition I started out my mission
To have my best friend and brother coalition
Good times in Crosby Park
With
companions
Now, Bob to me (although a freak) is the greatest of all entertainers
And I'll drive out here almost every week just to hear them fingers picking
1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
In-slum-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback
my checks getting bigger and bigger
Ain’t gone stop till I go out a winner
I used to be a beginner
Now I fell in love with the money
Only surround me
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
over me
I got him tatted on my hand made by the almighty
Bob Marley in the middle of the night
Bob Marley make me feel so right yeah
Bob Marley yes im
You're sitting on the couch watching TV all day
You're laying on bed playing video games
You're sleeping and snoring all day long
And things in your
grand piano, baby grand pianos do not fit in New York city apartments. My dad was excited. My mom was pissed. To this day she's still pissed because they
good in the woods
Ya freakin' my mind, ya freakin' my mind
I told the Maceo about the days that go (he know)
I know he know 'cause he's out to get
versions by Peggy Lee (# 2), Bing Crosby
(#14), and Burl Ives (# 21) were all charted as just "Riders In the Sky"
Later, The Ramrods took it to # 30 in
talkin' real with their wisest words
If i spell out FAKE it's in bold letters
I never had beef so plain
If i'm in dat it's more than salt and peppers
(BOW)
and C's these E's are way to speedy man
Big up the Bobs Beethoven too
Benzodiazepines
Big up Bjork and Biggy Smalls
Big up poets in the hall
Big up
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