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to Dre's to get Bob a doctor
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her
But ever
marching and dying all in one day
They played songs together, they sit up past the dawn
I wonder why this dream goes on
You know Bob was there last week
Play that song I love, Bob Dylan sings with Johnny Cash
You'll finally say I love you, and then I'll say it too
My girl from the North Country fair, she
tell you I was sorry
Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous,
Some die with a name, some die nameless
[Chorus 1x]
[Wyclef - Verse Two]
We had nothin'
I had
We see it in Mount Zion
And Rules all creation
[Bob Marley]
Were jammin' [Repeats]
Hope you like jammin' to [Repeats]
[MC Lyte]
J-A-Double
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets
By the seams of they jeans
CREAM get the money
And run it to the hills y'all
on the blunt, we was trippin'
Dylan Tran had the lean, we was sippin'
Robby came through, I got out my feelings
Louie Crack was the plug in the city
Backstage,
off quick then i'm chillin regal
part Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Bobbito,
bald eagle soaring on em, got me transforming on em like...
all the talkin
The man who honor rescued
Since the day he was born
And it runs him like a plantation
Like a plantation Jack?
Like a plantation Bob
For never has
and blisters
While Dylan grew whiskers
The sabbatical ended
On a soaking storm beach
We had sand in our pockets
And soil-blackened feet
It was a cantaloupe
I wish I didn't had this feel
"Shut him up!
We have a lot invested in this ride
Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry
Look at my big bank account
shawty curvy
She buss a can a worms I'm there early
No dirt on my sweatshirt
And we the network
Align my pockets up the net worth
You know the deal
Bob
stop me
I got my foot on the stove upping my broccoli
Toughen my body… where I sit it's tougher to find me
We from the 90's was trying to fuck
briefs
White boys please! Can barely believe
I walk by as they hold they skeets by the seams of they jeans
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, and run it
with no soul at all
SO I had not made my Marley or my Dylan
Or even my K'naan I had made
An album in which a
Few genuine songs are all but
Drowned out
drop, people listen to it
To it, to it, to it
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob, vas-y suce mon équipe
Vas-y suce mon flow, vas-y suce mon bob
and writin' rhymes
Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish
And his gold seems to ?, gosh darn-it we, we hold heat
Goin' all out to the fullest,
you wanna rewind me
All the labels wanna sign me
For the right reasons we aim to please
Huntin' dollars and it's buck season 'Cause
Various women, I'm
name, tell us about yourself
My name's 2 Dope and I cut necks all to hell
Dylan, Dylan, I'm trying to find Dylan
I'm finna cut his throat with a carny
got 51 flavors for yall you hear that lighter striking
Grab the loud split it down roll it up we choking Bruh Blowing that Bob Blowing that Bob Bob
that guitar's just got to go"
So he pulled his hat down over his eyes
And headed on out for them western skies
I think Bob Dylan said that
He hit
tragic it's all a mirage
Yeah, yeah
Feel like duke when he met his depth (Depp)
Del Toro with that bullshit
Till we up smoke like the kush went
Get
I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
Of being trapped in
it by Bob Dylan on a live thing, which is the opposite. It was very, very fast. And I thought, Well, how else can we do it? And I started messing
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