Lyrics:
Yada-di-di-di-di-di-di-di
I don't have the constitution,
To digest without a complication,
Maybe this last golden one...
Shoulda given it to you...
So maybe next year
more medicine and I lose track of time
"I'm a little concerned," Bob said, "Because it seems to me
You really ought to integrate your personalities."
on a Knee
Got to own my own shit
Build you know that grown shit
Built an enterprise tried to split it with the guys but it hurts what they don't get
Put them
are up and down like
The Dow Jones, I bust
These microphones, don't exaggerate
I keep it real
And only speak about the shit I hate
Don't hate you
could tell you something now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than file cabinets when rapping
Money, money, money, money
money playin' niggas like dummies
"I love it when you call me big poppa"
If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place (why?)
'Cause I
now
I think we can make it if we live and
Let live and love one another -
I mean really love if
You don't know the guy on
The other side of the
World,
and attack it
You talking that shit, but can't back it
I tap a dime and then dip
You getting cuffed by a ratchet
You're way too afraid to admit
You'd rather
carried it
Just kinda corroded
Don't care to tell you, don't think you should know it...
Damn this potion sweet and so potent
A lot of love went in
my squeezes
Butt naked and
Sucka free zone
With me and my homies left in it
Mama ain't starving
Papa ain't stressing
How you think I got this
)
Ignore Bob he get weird sometimes
It okay though, Tem don't mind
(Except when Tem allergies kick up!
Tem allergic to Tem! Hoives)
Tem Flakes, Temmie's
got time to kill
I'm intricate to be up in it
So I defend every minute, cons hoping for dimes to deal
Perimeters occupied by a few chosen
To take
on the other side
And every time I wrote you a song You don't even listen to the words
nah nah nah nah nah, You just bob your head
And think I'm full of shit
media
I just wanna be in my space
No time to meditate
I gotta find a beat, write rhymes
And levitate
If you don't think
I could be one of the greatest
Last week, uh, in Nashville, Bob Dylan, one of the top writers
Well, I don't need to tell you who Bob Dylan is
The greatest writer of our time was
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again
I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame? I don't really know
But my game's so tight I
Think I'm gonna go
think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores
And next time it's a riot it's gonna be like, uh, bloodshed
For real, I don't think America
There's so much dust in the room I can't even breathe without coughing
Goddamn
I cannot save it up
I don't make enough
Bro you play too much
I hate
you,
but don't you see, i mean,
it's a fact that by through your behaviour,
i think it's okay, but for a lot of people,
through your behaviour, to get
Cheddar Bob
You hear em chatter on
Dragging people to Babylon
Back em against the wall like where you hear that from (I read a blog)
Had it with y'all
and Bob Marley (Yeah)
Then it must be God Calling
They call me blunt cause that's how God rolled me
Don't look now but I think the sky's falling
I think I
ya
Bob
Did you feel this way when you fell in love with Jean
Ohhhhh look
I've felt that way lots of times
The trouble with you is
You don't seem
It's gonna jump from I stand to all of you
Let's be famous, direct the load
You know I float a bit, I think I go maxine
Double braces
Being all
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