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"Black Bob" is track #4 on the album Kid Rock. It was written by Ritchie, R.j./shafer, Matthew/trombly, James Kenneth.
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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 Cadillac

Knock 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 that 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 Cadillac

Knock 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, 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 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 Cadillac

Knock 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 Bobby
Knock knockin', well, he's black Bobby
Knock knockin', there goes black Bobby
Knock knockin', a real black Bobby
Knock knockin', let me in
Knock knockin', let me in

Knock knockin', well, he let me in
Knock knockin', knock knockin'
He's black Bobby at your door
Knock knockin', well, he's black Bobby at your door
Knock knockin', knock knockin'
Black bobby at your door

Knock knockin', he's black Bobby
Knock knockin', black Bobby at your door
Knock knockin', he's black Bobby at your door
Knock knockin', black Bobby at your door

Songwriters
RITCHIE, R.J./SHAFER, MATTHEW/TROMBLY, JAMES KENNETH

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