Lyrics:
THE KID'S LAST FIGHT
WRITER BOB MERRILL
It was Tiger Wilson versus Kid McCoy In the summer of 'ninety-three Now the Kid was everybody's pride
Tom Joad got loose from McAlester Pen;
There he got his parole.
After four long years on a man killing charge,
Tom Joad come a-walkin' down
THE KID'S LAST FIGHT
WRITER BOB MERRILL
It was Tiger Wilson versus Kid McCoy In the summer of 'ninety-three Now the Kid was everybody's pride
universal lover
In the heat of the moment though they're not the same
She calls all her boyfriends Bob so she don't say the wrong name
It doesn't what you
the frog.
Bob saw a pot of water, sitting on a stove.
The water was cool - so - in Bob dove.
The stove heated up, the water got warm.
Bob stayed,
me my brother don’t you dwell. Just tell them bastards they can go to hell.
Tom soon heard the rumors as everybody did. A bank was robbed in Uma by
were new Bob Dylans, your dumb ass kid brothers
Well, we still get together every week at Bruce's house
Why, he's got quite a spread I tell ya, it's
what you're stealin'
Your open-wound style needed some healin'
You're stripped out by my flow
I'm glad you know behind
This spark I got the
Phattest
on a higher - level
You sold your soul and you got hired by a - devil
To reek havoc in the ghetto, y'all go head on
Keep runnin with God like a runnin rebel
This that type a shit, that you just bob your head too
Bob ya head too, you just you just bob ya head too
This that type a shit that you just bob ya
name
Jacuzzis were his claim to fame
And you would probably do the same
If he did it to you
His name was: Bob Johnson the hot tub king
He's your man if
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
sci-bi-dee-bob-bob, you don't stop
You do the rap-rap, from hip-hop to be-bop, from be-bop
To beep-beep, the Haitian kid, beeper's goin' off beep-beep
I gotta make
got 51 flavors for yall you hear that lighter striking
Grab the loud split it down roll it up we choking Bruh Blowing that Bob Blowing that Bob Bob
came off, it sounds mean
But, pal, there's a new kid on the scene
I got much soul on the down low tip
Lay back smooth one drink I'll be trippin'
kids, they ain't the ones
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
to five
I got my kids up fucking private school swell man
Do you know how much weed I got to sell to send one of them to school
Like like you know posh
I ain't got a thing
There's a time when I'll always feel happy
As happy as a king
When the red, red, robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along, along
I ain't got a thing
There's a time when I'll always feel happy
As happy as a king
When the red, red, robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along, along
the girlies in the back seat
the 5-0 cant catch me
and if you want me you can find me
i'm puffin on the bob marley (bob marley)
i got my homie riding shotty
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
I tried to break away from you
From the spics and blacks and the gum you chew
Where the posters are torn by the muggin' gangs
By the faggy park
THE KID'S LAST FIGHT
WRITER BOB MERRILL
It was Tiger Wilson versus Kid McCoy In the summer of 'ninety-three Now the Kid was everybody's pride
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