I Love This Bar (lyric version)

Toby Keith

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Played: 24

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60s
Reggae
Garage rock
Garage
Psychedelic rock

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[Intro] Now, a couple months ago I asked a lot of people on Twitter If I should do this shit, like, as a poll on Twitter I said "Should I remix Panda?" And like 75% of the people said no And I asked them why and they said "Well, that's not the way you rap, that's not your style, you can't rap over that type of beat, you're not inclined enough." What the fuck? Listen, let.. just let me.. just, listen [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah, yeah AK is the name when I drop in No skate but I'm great when I'm locked in I do my thing everyday, very often, I never sleep But that's okay cause I love this I'm honest I got the potential to be the top rapper and not be forgotten I got this Start now with a rough crowd tryna take me down So I let em' watch me cook like Hibachi I cook in the booth my word be the truth Lemme know now if my words hurtful to you FUCK YOU I don't care this is verbal abuse Rappers say they get pussy but in a crew full of dudes.. You talkin', why you talkin'? Your opinions do not matter Slow it down for a minute, catch my breath and bring it back up Back to get you dawg I'm retro bars go dumb so they be special Took days to write this I went through like 1,2,3,4,5 pencils Making rappers cry like bitches that's constantly watching Grey's Their Anatomy's weird they men, but got pussy between their legs Kinda funny they dummies acting but never use they head I'm no barber but step to me and I'm sure you'll catch the fade All about this music shit, but you about the fighting You know I'm a lunatic, losin' it i might be These lyrics i know you fear em' they Supreme like a hype beast I'm strikin' out rappers like I'm pitchin' to them with lightning.. I feast [Interlude 1] Uhh, gotta go more, fuck [Verse 2] Yeah, I told all you rappers back up only if tryna see the master attack ya I grab ya Take you all out wearing all black till you crawl back lookin' whack face facts man they all facts I don't understand what to call that They all say they got dreams but they draw back Too scared to fail and act hard as hell But then cry when the labels never call back all facts I'm surprised I found time to do this Thank Mike Ugarte, told me to do this He know I got the sick mind to brew this 'Bout time that y'all see that my minds elusive Don't understand how y'all couldn't see it Then when i proved it you didn't believe it I take beats and tear em' into pieces I ain't even rapping I'm straight FEASTIN' Now I don't even got fans, I got plans To be the motherfuckin' man so understand Now will I make it? There's no saying But from now on just know I'm done playin' And oh boy it makes me wonder How all you one hit wonders Think you run the whole game flex your 4 chains you should know your never gonna, run it Act like the man lil homie you not shit I'm cuttin' all the bad out the picture I crop it Good things come to those who work to not sin But right now y'all left me no motherfuckin' option! Rappers talk but don't do shit That's why few make it most lose it Rather work at this then be snoozin' I rip through your chest like Cam Newton true shit.. [Interlude 2] Fuck, fucking tired man, I got one more in me You really thought I couldn't do it Look at me now bitch! [Verse 3] You see the light know the end is close That's the consequence of going friend to foe Back to Back hits like It's OVO If I'm on a track, then you know it's dope Bar for bar I'm impeccable To the point and precise like decimals Lines around the venue like Jordan just dropped new colorway for his retro 4's You think your big like Diesel but your Metro built You thinkin' somebody better homie I'll bet the bill Now listen to me like I ref the field And that's real You should know that stepping to me prolly get ya killed Stay back I swear you'll become a digested meal I shit on rappers with the remains of other's I've killed Or fold your face back lookin' like banana peels I got a dark mind homie think I made that clear FOR REAL Anytime I get a mic I kill the rappers that you heard of If you talkin' I confront it prolly end up in a murder I discourage if your worthless to this industry on purpose When I started I was nervous But i'm breakin' out the surface Now, It don't really matter what a mothafucka say AK is the name in the booth I never play Never have, never did, never will, ever quit And I get, what i give, but my shit? It be lit Lemme change up like a pitcher do You keep pourin' up like a pitcher do Now u wobblin' 'round like a midget do You say I'm fucked up? BITCH LOOK AT YOU! I say FUCK YOU and your whole crew They said sayin' that would be a bold move But you all faker than tofu Said I wouldn't do this, so I showed you And I told you!

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