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Garth Brooks (Garth Brooks) · A Tribute to Garth Brooks [Cleopatra] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The World's Greatest Garth Brooks Tribute (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Garth Brooks (Garth Brooks) · Roots of Garth Brooks (Johnny Paycheck) · Garth Brooks & the Magic of Christmas (Garth Brooks) · Hats Off to Garth Brooks (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to Garth Brooks (John Sawyer) · Garth Brooks Tribute (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Pickin' on Garth Brooks (Pickin' On) – and 90 other albums »


caller ID
I'd take her call immediately
Ten Thousand Angels couldn't get me off of that line
Garth Brooks called dang near a hundred times
But I was
me frown
I need some music from Guitar Town
Come on play me a country song

Now Garth Brooks, he is on top
Alan Jackson's got his own juke box
tomorrow 
To receive a call 
By the overweight garth brooks 
Who would then try to offer me 
Like a hundred thousand dollars 
Just for me to go the fuck
waiting for you"
And there they were standing side by side smiling at me
Tex Ritter Johnny Horton George Morgan
Dottie West and Keith Whitley
And then he
fast
I've never fucked up to where I can't whoop ya ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,
Words & music by Don Baird (donbaird7@aol.com)Sony/Tree publishing...
(From Willie Nelson "My Own Peculiar Way" and other albums... and Anita Kerr Singers
Parody of Mama DOn't Get Dressed Up For Nothing by Brooks & Dunn (Kix Brooks/Don Cook/Ronnie Dunn, Sony/ATV Tunes L.L.C. dba Cross Keys
to ya' hatin' and ya' bad looks
Just think about gettin' paper like Garth Brooks
Keep it off the hook
Let the world feel the touch
Ya'll doing too
to ya' hatin' and ya' bad looks
Just think about gettin' paper like Garth Brooks
Keep it off the hook
Let the world feel the touch
Ya'll doing too
Common cool, he was a proud young fool in a kick-ass wal-mart tie

Rippin down the main drag, trippin on the headlights rollin by

In the early
to make sure she hear it
If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks
Ha ha ha ha, and just say "Look"

This rap game, this rap game
I
startin' a group with Garth Brooks
Hahahaha, and just say "Look"

[Chorus]
Common cool, he was a proud young fool in a kick-ass wal-mart tie

Rippin down the main drag, trippin on the headlights rollin by

In the early
sell it triple-price, fuck the books (Talk about, what?)
Where we re-up, re-locate, re-off them brooks (Talk about, what?)
So when we pull up, it ain't
to make sure she hear it
If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks
Ha ha ha ha, and just say "Look"

This rap game, this rap game
I
watch got TV's in, CD in play
Wanna find D-O, I'm knee-deep in MJ
(Boy), I'm (Bad)
And You've Got Mail
And I need brain - she said (Yes) like he 112
This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker
Dang, he caught Whitaker
He caught Whitaker a long time ago
Mike got touched
Then Mike got touched by
the platinum Daytons
I'm not that BG popping all that junk
About "I'll fuck you up", he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no inspiration
All day
up", he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no inspiration
All day illustration beat conversation

[Chorus]
Verse 2: Snoop Dogg
I keep
boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?

(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right now
I'm tellin,
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man he goes by the name of er

Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady