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hell of a job
My kid cranked up her boom box to almost grown
When I heard you screamin' from her room
"Everybody must get stoned", thanks a lot, Bob
Dylan
He thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas
Whoever he was
The man ain't got no culture
But it's alright, ma, everybody must get stoned

I been Mick
alright, ma,
Everybody must get stoned.

I been Mick Jaggered, silver daggered.
Andy Warhol, won't you please come home?
I been mothered, fathered, aunt
Man, those were the days (those were the days)
We listened to the songs Bob Dylan wrote
We sat there stoned and amazed
We forgot to eat, we forgot
to Bob Dylan
Chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'em

Said killin'em
Come on, come on killin'em

Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
Bob Dylan
Ever comtemplating, the charges I'm facing
My new-born son, I hope I see his graduation
Take him to the movies, by the cemetary
If my
to Bob Dylan
Chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'em

Said killin'em
Come on, come on killin'em

Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
bitch about face
And then I gotta split
Sorry baby, sour grapes
She wine, baby don't leave
I duck that bullshit, bob and weave
Everybody tripping, but I
(chorus)
Crab rappers!, You need to shut your mouth you don't want none
You need to shut your mouth you don't want none...

(verse 1)
Yo! stoned is
any place different 
Sometimes I want to dance on Hitler's grave 
And shout out: Groucho Marx, Lenny Bruce, Leonard Cohen, Philip Roth, 
Bob Dylan
Can't say her name but we were two
I grabbed her waist and we would move
And then one day we were thru
And by the way I must be true

Cause all
Well everybody's got an opinion that's loud and unbending
I spend my time healing and mending, together
It's a question of whether live positive
Yeah, that feels sexy right there
Feel us on this one
B. McKnight with Tim and Bob
This is not another love song

See, I know what you're
Feels So Good Lyrics 
Well everybody's got an opinion that's loud and unbending
I spend my time healing and mending, together
It's a question
Ray's almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
Call up the hoes, have em swing by the tomb
And get a little sticky stank up
you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm
you must, Rick Rubin my little Padawan)
A Jedi in training, colossal brain and, thoughts of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm
remember going to school, we meet by the track smoking a sack
With the vato I sold it too, get him stoned
Then I jack it back, remember the guero use
remember going to school, we meet by the track smoking a sack
With the vato I sold it too, get him stoned
Then I jack it back, remember the guero use
make it all fold or hold your own
You see I'm known for throwin rocks, fuck around and get stoned
Plus fam done snuffed my gun wrong in this
Its only
By all means makes niggas buy cream from us
Triple beam dreams is a motherfuckin' must
We slide through in a tough, black Expedition truck
If
everybody could just exhale, let your belly out, you know, and chill. You know. But people get mad at me when I say, Look, let's stop frontin'. And I'm
told you twice before but I'll say it one more time
You do your thing Homes but I'm gonna do mine

[Chorus: x2]
Look at all this rumors
Started by
more time
You do your thing Homes but I'm gonna do mine

[Chorus: x2]
Look at all this rumors
Started by jealous people

And basically that's what
on the radio, and it's disturbing you
Big Moe nigga that's my big dog, and my love ain't never gon withdrawal
So we clicked up coming to get why'all, my nigga