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Freewheelin' Bob Dylan/Times They Are A-Changin'/Another Side of Bob Dylan (Bob Dylan) · Bob Dylan's Country Selection: Original Versions Of The Songs Dylan Covered (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Nod to Bob: An Artists' Tribute to Bob Dylan on His 60th Birthday (Eliza Gilkyson) · Is It Rolling Bob? A Reggae Tribute to Bob Dylan (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Is It Rolling Bob? A Reggae Tribute to Bob Dylan [DualDisc] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Postcards of the Hanging: The Grateful Dead Perform the Songs of Bob Dylan (Grateful Dead) · Postcards of the Hanging: The Grateful Dead Perform the Songs of Bob Dylan [Bonus Disc] (Grateful Dead) · Listen to Bob Dylan: A Tribute Album (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Listen to Bob Dylan: A Tribute Album (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Original Album Classics: Shot of Love/Infidels/Real Live/Dylan & the Dead/Oh Mercy (Bob Dylan) – and 90 other albums »


that it's mother?
Please don't go....now please.

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*from the album "Mondo Bongo"
*written by Bob Geldof
(Bob Dylan)

Old Reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground
With an iron
Originally performed by Bob Dylan
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five
the Maybach Benz
Fly this then sanaa lathan
Pumpin' Brown Sugar by D'Angelo

In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
How can you introduce you to your maker ?
on
Respirators for killing my best, poor haters
On permanent, hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz, flier than Sanaa Lathan
Pumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In
*lyrics written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like

D.E.E
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
Known for killin every muthafucka dead in my raps
Nigga, so gimme the clip and let me pow one
Cause everbody dyin on this next fuckin album
Dumpin em
wait
I actually grew five times my size grabbed
Ma$e by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him
Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism
Attack is for
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
for that, I mean, arright 'e got one I know...no say in 'at. But I just don', you know...
Bruce: 	(possibly saying "Attente! Attente!")
Steve: 	...Bob
an album, get classes

[Chorus]

Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
an album, get classes

(Chorus)

(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
Hey hey na na na na na

Na na na
Na na na na

I see no vitals on your E-K-G
Dead on the dance floor B-O-B
Clap because we need more 3OH!3
Blowing out
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
know, that's what it's all about like
It's fuckin' simple economics
They reckon bob marley's dead but he's not, man, 
Cause he was on the TV last
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave
express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch
and started fillin' him with shots
He can't feel his legs, got grazed in his head yo
He might be paralyzed but he could've been dead though
He on his bed yo,
Ay yo, this that shit you bob your head to
This that brand new instrumental
I heard he put his city on
That boy Kells so influential
Success got
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
till I D-I-E, my nigga

Yeah, you behind if you don't know the power (nigga)
Product this shit the moment Ruthless started goin' sour (what?)
Niggas
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong 
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on 
Ha, you can't handle