Lyrics:
I'm old Tom Moore from the bummer's shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a gin shot too, but what cares I for praise ?
I
baby on the way
Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker
baby on the way
Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker
What's Up Doc? (Can We Rock)
[Chorus]
Can we rock?
Yeah, what's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
[Moc]
Cha cha cha cha cha
What's up pa, yo who
you, shut up
My therapist said me and you can't speak again
I locked the devil out, but it was you who let the demons in
Hahahahahahahahaha, Tom
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
service
Pray the Lord I’m in my bag but you can call it a Birkin
These rap niggas never step up to me
I’m making them nervous
I’m probably God Body, Bob
Yeah, woo, yeah
That's the idea, man
The fuckin' Red Wings are playin'
Ayy, the fuckin' Red Wings are playin', man
Fuck, shut up, man, you're
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
the fuck up, shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up,
Shut, hey...
The climb is steeper for us so we can get even stronger
I rather do this by myself, but it
the oven
We don't fall for the regular shit, they try to feed us
All this half-ass leadership, flippin position
They turn politcian and shut the hell up
Shut your Blah
A typhoon's blowing and tsunami is coming in by sea
Bankers have always been corrupted and greedy
There's few out there you can trust
courvoissier brew
Gotcha hands to the roof
Head bob is the proof
I'm the truth
Magic poof
Who are you that shut the city down
Dixie Hills, Riverdale as well
means I was retarded
Drank tequila
Hammered like Bob Vila in her apartment
I walked outside with Tom Knight, drunk
And we came up with this great idea
Aye from the south and I'm spicy
He be talking to much
He be talking too much that mf
He be talking too much
Shut his ass fuckin up
Man Ima fuck it
"fuck this, fuck o-line," man
Shut the fuck up
When I drop some bars, they all know I write 'em sweet (yup)
Good guess but try again 'cause I ain't
chasing after it nig** pass the f**king Henny
The f**k you nig**s thought, nig** this ain’t Tom & Jerry
Unfinished Business Jigga guess you call this sh*t
a checkered double-knit suit drove up in a large El Dorado Cadillac, leased from BOB SPREEN...
("Where the freeways meet in Downey!")
...And he laid
Tom music and the movement aye aye
Here go another man produced by muah
You already know what time it is
Overlook the past have mi smile from bow
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
what up? (Put up or shut up)
Poppin' shit about the chicks and the whips you got
You think you hot? (Uh-uh, man you put up or shut up)
Always talkin'
Bob with the beat. Mob with team
I'm wanna be next up I'm not, but I might be
All the way to the top now sight see
Sit back I'm chillin like an ICEE
[Chorus]
Can we rock?
Yeah, what's up doc?
Can we rock?
What's up doc?
[Moc]
Cha cha cha cha cha
What's up pa, yo who poop?
Your ma dukes
'cause 'e fucked me up by tryin to tell me…
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: If 'e'd o' come up to the riser...
Steve: Nicko.
Nicko: Look...
Steve: Nicko.
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