| 作词 : Ritchie, Shafer, Trombly | |
| 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 free | |
| How about 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 an' if you judge me | |
| Better watch for me comin' in a 59 drop top blood red | |
| CadillacKnock knockin' | |
| Black Bob at your door still rockin' | |
| Everybody say that, knock knockin | |
| Black Bobby at your door, knock knockin' | |
| Looking for the 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 fuckin' airplane | |
| And 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' | |
| A tombstone ugly and if you judge me | |
| Better watch for me comin' in a 59 drop top blood red | |
| CadillacKnock knockin' | |
| Black Bob at your door still rockin' | |
| Everybody say that, knock knockin' | |
| Black Bobby at your door, knock knockin' | |
| Looking for the payback | |
| I grew up in the back woods, 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 spend 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'm ho and | |
| I'll be rippin' the fuckin' rhymes | |
| And I'll make you mother shit her pants bro | |
| So, so, you better watch your back, watch for me comin' | |
| Watch for me comin' in a 59 drop top blood red | |
| CadillacKnock knockin' | |
| Black Bob at your door still rockin' | |
| Everybody say that, knock knockin' | |
| Black Bobby at your door, knock knockin' | |
| Looking for the payback | |
| Knock knockin', hey black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', well, he's black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', there goes black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', a real black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', he has left me in | |
| Knock knockin', he has left me in | |
| Knock knockin', well, he left me in | |
| Knock knockin', knock knockin' | |
| He's black | |
| Bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', well, he's black | |
| Bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', knock knockin' | |
| Black bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', he's black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', black | |
| Bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', he's black | |
| Bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', black | |
| Bobby as you know |
| zuo ci : Ritchie, Shafer, Trombly | |
| 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 free | |
| How about 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 an' if you judge me | |
| Better watch for me comin' in a 59 drop top blood red | |
| CadillacKnock knockin' | |
| Black Bob at your door still rockin' | |
| Everybody say that, knock knockin | |
| Black Bobby at your door, knock knockin' | |
| Looking for the 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 fuckin' airplane | |
| And 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' | |
| A tombstone ugly and if you judge me | |
| Better watch for me comin' in a 59 drop top blood red | |
| CadillacKnock knockin' | |
| Black Bob at your door still rockin' | |
| Everybody say that, knock knockin' | |
| Black Bobby at your door, knock knockin' | |
| Looking for the payback | |
| I grew up in the back woods, 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 spend 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' m ho and | |
| I' ll be rippin' the fuckin' rhymes | |
| And I' ll make you mother shit her pants bro | |
| So, so, you better watch your back, watch for me comin' | |
| Watch for me comin' in a 59 drop top blood red | |
| CadillacKnock knockin' | |
| Black Bob at your door still rockin' | |
| Everybody say that, knock knockin' | |
| Black Bobby at your door, knock knockin' | |
| Looking for the payback | |
| Knock knockin', hey black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', well, he' s black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', there goes black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', a real black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', he has left me in | |
| Knock knockin', he has left me in | |
| Knock knockin', well, he left me in | |
| Knock knockin', knock knockin' | |
| He' s black | |
| Bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', well, he' s black | |
| Bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', knock knockin' | |
| Black bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', he' s black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', black | |
| Bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', he' s black | |
| Bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', black | |
| Bobby as you know |
| zuò cí : Ritchie, Shafer, Trombly | |
| 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 free | |
| How about 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 an' if you judge me | |
| Better watch for me comin' in a 59 drop top blood red | |
| CadillacKnock knockin' | |
| Black Bob at your door still rockin' | |
| Everybody say that, knock knockin | |
| Black Bobby at your door, knock knockin' | |
| Looking for the 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 fuckin' airplane | |
| And 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' | |
| A tombstone ugly and if you judge me | |
| Better watch for me comin' in a 59 drop top blood red | |
| CadillacKnock knockin' | |
| Black Bob at your door still rockin' | |
| Everybody say that, knock knockin' | |
| Black Bobby at your door, knock knockin' | |
| Looking for the payback | |
| I grew up in the back woods, 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 spend 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' m ho and | |
| I' ll be rippin' the fuckin' rhymes | |
| And I' ll make you mother shit her pants bro | |
| So, so, you better watch your back, watch for me comin' | |
| Watch for me comin' in a 59 drop top blood red | |
| CadillacKnock knockin' | |
| Black Bob at your door still rockin' | |
| Everybody say that, knock knockin' | |
| Black Bobby at your door, knock knockin' | |
| Looking for the payback | |
| Knock knockin', hey black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', well, he' s black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', there goes black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', a real black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', he has left me in | |
| Knock knockin', he has left me in | |
| Knock knockin', well, he left me in | |
| Knock knockin', knock knockin' | |
| He' s black | |
| Bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', well, he' s black | |
| Bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', knock knockin' | |
| Black bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', he' s black | |
| BobbyKnock knockin', black | |
| Bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', he' s black | |
| Bobby as you know | |
| Knock knockin', black | |
| Bobby as you know |
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