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Текст (слова) песни: Kid Rock - Black Bob

They used to call me names, said I was just a wanna be
But now they all pay to see what they were getting free
How bout them days and now you don`t know what to say
Ain`t it funny how the sun can shine and then hide away

And it`s a long way on a they say highway, I`m still runnin`
A lonesome freeway of uncut my way, can you feel me comin`
A tombstone ugly, and if you judge me, better watch for me comin`
In a fifty-nine drop top blood red cadillac

Knock knockin`, black Bob at your door
Still rockin`, everybody say that
Knock knockin`, black Bobby at your door
Knock knockin`, looking for a payback

They used to say Ritchie boy, he got no sense
But now they say oh Bobby man, he was my best friend
Ain`t it funny how the glory and the stories and the times can change
And no sense Ritchie just bought himself a big fucking airplane

And it`s a long way on a they say highway, I`m still runnin`
A lonesome freeway of uncut my way, can you feel me comin`
A tombstone ugly, and if you judge me, better watch for me comin`
In a fifty-nine drop top blood red cadillac

Knock knockin`, black Bob at your door
Still rockin`, everybody say that
Knock knockin`, black Bobby at your door
Knock knockin`, looking for a payback

I grew up in the back woords, I hung in the crack hoods
I learned to pimp like a mack should
I could have been a rich man like pops
I never kissed ass and those days since passed
Here I stand like Jesus
I don`t need this, fuck you ho`s can squeeze this
I can`t believe this, I`m so wasted
From all the fruits of life that I`ve tasted
Never a clone on the microphone
I got shit built up cause I never felt loved at home
And all alone`s how I spent my free time
Writin` freak rhymes and drinkin` cheap wine
Easy whips and a cracker
I`m the master blaster, no one cuts faster
The king of disaster is who I am ho
And I`ll be rippin` the fuckin` rhymes
And I`ll make your mother shit her pants bro
So, so, you better watch your back
Watch for me comin`, watch for me comin`
In a fifty-nine drop top blood red cadillac
Knock knockin`, black Bob at your door
Still rockin`, everybody say that
Knock knockin`, black Bobby at your door
Knock knockin`, looking for a payback

 

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