Lyrics:
Bob Dylan's Dream
Robert Dylan, Bob Dylan Music OBO Special Rider Music
While riding on a train going west
I fell asleep for to take my rest
I
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh
recreational wreck to keep y'all illin'
Sound off, pump rounds off rock like Bob Dylan would
One-million and one guns, one-million and one sons
Cap pealin' put
regal
Part Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Bobbito
Bald eagle soaring on 'em, got me transforming on 'em
Ayyyy
Gotta keep it in the zone, zone zone
Ayyyy
Keep it
can't tell
But still, you gotta be careful
Dudes be so scared they cop pleas by the earful
V personally favors, "please don't kill me"
Empty out
"you can be the new mist me, me, me
Ain't it true that's what you want to be, yesiree bob
And I'll be somewhere sunny where it's funny and it's free
mama, ya mama
Your mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks
With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks
Held up the ice cream
mama, ya mama
Your mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks
With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks
Held up the ice cream
him as a menace
Tell they ass I won't stop, 'til they put me next to Elvis
Like a Rolling Stone, feel like Bob Dylan
Girls digging me, 'cause I'm well
Bob Dylan on the mall’s PA, crooning from the past
about the girl who ran away but never got too far.
Huge brown eyes, boho clothes,
she was slick
Dylan
I went through some odd healing
Might rock the cardigan
If it gets em broads digging
Finna put us on the Radar
MBA we major
When you go through all
On the gas roaring, Godzilling
With my guitar and cigar bob dylan
Seeing stars, color bars, not filming
Listen man, you know what the deal is
Back by popular
but you're bumpin' me now!
Amalgam for the future revolution like Mao.
You're right when I grab the mike, I do what I like,
I sit with a pen by
rock n roll
Nothing else can get you out of this hole
Bob Dylan scowls
Robert Plant howls
Otis Redding emotes
Aretha Franklin somehow finds the note
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can’t use it anymore
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark for me to see
I
Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can’t use it anymore
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark for me to see
I
I hit the booth
A strong nigga still a soldier through and through
Mama stressed by a couple of things I need to mention
I think my bro is in need
a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack
She said get me a shot and a beer my man, and a seat right by the band
The band was playing
Some crazy tunes and they started to rock-n-roll
Mama jumped
comin' to get that quarter back
Like Ndamukong, the drama can build
Your mama can ask me for my autograph
'Cause that cougar's a MILF, she's the oldest
They telling me stop making them sad songs uh uh
They don't never ask me where the sad songs come from
Grew up listening to moose and scoota going
like Jimi Hendrix, my hero, I realised, wait these songs of his
Some of them they're written by Bob Dylan
Maybe I should be listening to that guy more
It
rock grooves and make moves
With all the mamas? (Uh, I'm VIP)
The back of the club
Sippin' Moët is where you'll find me
It goes V to the IP, very
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