Black Bob Lyrics

They used to call me names
Said I was just a wanna be
But now they all pay to see
What they were gettin for freeHow about them days and now
You don't know what to say
Ain't it funny how the sun can shine
And hide awayAnd its a long way on a they say highway
I'm still runnin
A lonesome freeway of uncut my way
Can you feel me comin
I'm tombstone ugly and if you judge me
Bettah wathc for me comin
In a 59 drop top blood red cadillacKnock knockin
Black bob at your door
Still rockin
Everybody say that
Knock knockin
Lookin for the paybackThey used to say ritchie boy

He got no sense
But now they say oh bobby man
He was my best friendAin't it funny how the glory and the stories
And the times can change
And no sense ritchie just
Bought himself a big fuckin airplaneAnd its a long way on a they say highway
I'm still runnin
A lonesome freeway of uncut my way
Can you feel me comin
I'm tombstone ugly and if you judge me
Bettah wathc for me comin
In a 59 drop top blood red cadillacKnock knockin
Black bob at your door
Still rockin
Everybody say that
Knock knockin
Lookin for the paybackI grew up in the back woods
Hung in the crack hoods
Learned to pimp
Like a mack shouldI could have been a rich man like pops
I never kissed ass
And those days since passed
Here I stand like jesusI don't need this
Fuck you ho's can squeeze this
I can't believe this
I'm so wastedFrom 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 alones how I spend my free time
Writin' freal rhymes
Drinkin' cheap wineEasy whips
And a cracker
I'm the master blaster
No one cuts fasterThe king of disaster
Is who I am ho
And I'll be rippin the fuckin ryhmes
And ill make you mother shit her pants broSo so
You better watch your back
Watch for me comin'
Watch for me comin'
In a 59 drop top blood red cadillac
Songwriters
RITCHIE, R.J./SHAFER, MATTHEW/TROMBLY, JAMES KENNETHPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.