Lyrics:
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
Bob sits at home and smokes pot
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
Bob sits at home and smokes pot
But his twelve-year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot
Bob
Like the devil knows hell
I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you
'bout his 67 smells
Well enough to tell you
He's a hell-a-swell fellow
Well
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
it by now of course
Who wears the britches is the boss
That's a gal, that's a gal in britches
Don't mess with a gal in britches
Yo-di-o-di-o
No
about this and never have we seen a
Brother who would hover like Mista, Mista, Mista Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr.
about this and never have we seen a
Brother who would hover like Mista, Mista, Mista Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr. Bob Dobalina
Mista Dobalina, Mr.
No friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (whoa)
Yeah, you heard about me, you don't know
headphones on
She hears the music blasting
She sees here brother marchin' by
Their bond is everlasting
Listening to Bob Dylan singin'
In 1963
Watchin'
Throw out the life line across the dark wave;
There is a brother whom someone should save;
Somebody's brother! O who then will dare
To throw out
Evans
Bob Evans, yeah, I got that association, Bob Evans"
I was with my friend's sister Debbie
When I was 18 in Ohio at a local thrash metal show
We
And your circle shrinkin', see some boys escapin'
Rest of them is guilty by association (ayy, what?)
Debatin' who the G.O.A.T.
Better not make, up 'bout
head "Ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin'"
Ah just a bob ya head
Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
By Run so come get some for fun
Keep
Mister be double O, Z Eeee, (that sure spells booze),
You will wind up wearing tattered shoes if you mess with Mister Booze,
(Don't mess with Mister
by everyone
Who's smile was as bright as his dream
And his brother Bob together with God
Planned a beautiful scene
They stood hand in hand with
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
That's my friend and my friend's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well
Well enough to tell you 'bout his '67 smells
Well enough to tell
(the brother got the rap)
DMX the great
The brother got the rap
Dr. Seuss, drop it on 'em
The brother got the rap, the brother got the rap
the soil from which they came
West Wind with your splendor
Take my brothers by the hand
Sunshine spread your glory
Unify this promised land
Free from
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