Lyrics:
Now somewhere in the Black Mountain Hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit
wicky-wacky-woo!
Fujiama, get a mama,
Then your troubles increase, boy!
It's south dakota you want a soda
first shake me then ten cents please
They hug
to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West
forget
So I bought him a dram and he swallowed it down
Saying I'm honest as the next man can be
It's the truth I swear by not a word of a lie
And here's
And a new Rolling Stone
Yeah.
Well, the Sioux in Dakota
They lost all of their land
And now a basketball player
Is trying to lend them a hand
Maybe someday
Well the moon moved past Nebraska
And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills
And angels danced on Jacob's stairs
Yeah, they danced on Jacob's
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit
Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit
At a North Dakota junction
And I came out to the "Big Apple" here
To face the dream's malfunction
Love's a repetitious danger
You'd think I'd be accustomed
left my man
At a North Dakota junction
And I came out to the Big Apple here
To face the dream's malfunction
Love's a repetitious danger
You'd think
years not dare would I
Pull a Pharcyde, let you pass me by (uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Nothin' like your last guy, he too square for you
He don't smack that
jammin', it's over
Don't make me bring out Dakota
You talkin' down, but you don't wanna go there
Pull up to your block, and we don't see you nowhere
on Windwaker
Just for that music in the background
It's taking my dog to a stream and building dams with my little brother
It's getting fucked up at Dakota's
is foolish, that was my views
I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon' get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain't a star,
his mark
He met his quota for the month, they found Dakota all rolled up
Inside a bag, he probably dragged the body for about a block
Disappeared
Now somewhere in the black mining hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit
like the oars I bring back
In the bottom of the pot where no, water gets hot
Got my transporter take it 'cross the border then stop
Set up shop with
start to motor
Tour from New York to South Dakota
Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
Never get the girls with the underarm odor
Put me on water, I'm
Tour from New York to South Dakota
Drink ginger ale or root beer soda
Never get the girls with the underarm odor
Put me on water, I'm a good floater
nothing stays the same
I'm back up off the floor
'Cause I know that I got more,
In myself for round two (Round two, Round two)
In my boat without an oar
I'm gonna row my boat like Molly Brown,
Picking up an oar, when the ship went down.
When she made it home, Molly kissed the ground,
I'm gonna row my
know what that means?
Out on that Texas sidewalk
Through the hotel mezzanine
There walked a see-through' hooker
To a suite with two TVs.
But by
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
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