Rambo

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Rare Americans - Pop

Rambo

2 Plays

Duration: 2:32

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[Intro] When you're just a pup, your free will is tricky Knew he was gonna pick me, knew by the Crown Vicky Said to my breeder, "Sometimes you just know" Patted me on the head and said, "I'll call you Rambo" [Verse 1] We were cruisin', we were bruisin' We were gunnin', we were runnin' I mean, people ran the other way When they saw us comin' Beat up kids, beat up skids That's about all we did You said "we're takin' names, kickin' ass Winnin' games, makin' stacks And it don't get any better than that Any better than that" [Chorus] Sit down! Stay! Good dogs obey Sit down! Stay! To the Lord above, to the Lord above To the Lord above, you pray [Post-Chorus] Rambo Rambo [Verse 2] He was a curb stompin', chew chompin' pig That big bad bully made himself look big Brag about work, chop wood, carry water Go home and tear a strip off his daughter Fold his uniform, bounce mama's head off the wall It was her fault, her fault, after all That poor daughter, Black kid in bed, he caught her Dead with the necklace in his pocket that he bought her [Chorus] Sit down! Stay! Rambo can't obey Sit down! Stay! We got a bad man, we got a bad man We got a bad man in our way [Verse 3] Partner, I had a duty to do Had to make the hit on you Waited 'til you hit the booze Evening news, evening snooze Then I made my move I hit when I fit You sick piece of shit [Pre-Chorus] Into the night, into the night Into the night I go Rambo [Chorus] Sit down! Stay! Good dogs obey Sit down! Stay! To the Lord above, to the Lord above To the Lord above, we pray

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  • Rare Americans