my name is J-Ro And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo I don?t rap fast, I love green grass Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass Extra Da
WE'LL RANT AND WE'LL ROAR My name it is Robert, they call me Bob Pittman; I sail in the Ino with Skipper Tim Brown. l'm bound to have Dolly or Biddy or
ain't O.J. I'm 'bout to shake up the world like Cassius Clay When I bumble, watch your back 'cause I sting like bee This ain't the Wild Wild West and
It's a chorus line, it's a chorus line Yo, Tim Dog, bust your rhyme Yo, man it's the man himself The motherfuckin' illegal alien one Yo comin' up next is Tim
t baby Bring yo' ass over here Tim Dog, I don't think I'm strong enough I feel too weak Ha ha ha ha, I'm the sex man Tim dog, ten incher rated x man
Benny Andersson, Tim Rice, and Bjorn Ulvaeus CHOIR: Morphy, Anderson, Steinitz, Lasker, Capablanca, Alekhine, Euwe, Botvinnik, Smyslov, Tal, Petrosian
dippy dippy don now you heard that Let's take you back, where the original Tim the bird at? I got shit here to make you down on twelve-pack Call Rudy,
t O.J. I'm bout to shake up the world like Cassius Clay When I bumble watch your back cause I sting like bee This ain't the Wild Wild West and you ain
Some Other Place Where We Can Lay Tangled In One Anothers Embrace By The Fire Blaze Here Were Old And Gray From Rock A Ware To Rockin Chairs Whatever You Need Just Call
(feat. Call O' Da Wild) (Intro) What's up we gonna go down the line baby Brand new one from the Call O Da Wild Give big shouts to money makin Manhattan
her shoes The folks are hoopin' n' hoppin' Dig how all the fingers're poppin' Over there's a wild cat stone drunk The floor be his bunk. Tim's solo:
lands where cops don't place narcotics in innocent hands Framin cats just to meet a quota searchin' everyone with baggy pants and Moterola's Thats why I'm wild
[Verse 1:] Coming Up Raised By N.W.A, Took Me Outta Compton, Where I Learned To Bang, Got Into My First Childhood Beef In The Jungle, When Tim Dog Look
garage I swear on every ounce of blood in my mama's veins that I walk these dogs across this country twice to stop the pain So I'm handin Tim the leash
back in the izzle skizzle To get every boy on his, brother Tim Why you fuckin with him, he gone have you shame of yourself Out on a limb and to far, to call
and roll, To rock and roll, rock and roll. [Tim:] Do you know what, when I show up, there's gonna be some fucking action, So many styles, always so wild