Lyrics:
This job is too fulfilling
Two ga-jillion pairs of supervillain shoes to fill in
A mood to kill 'til I plow my Coupe de Ville
Into some children
Turn me all way up
l know l got that flow back nigga
You got couch here
Real rap peel back in the Mac black
She ain't at where I'm at send that ass
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
When you understand the concept, then you'll know; "wow
I gotta listen to this song again!"
Uhhehe
Hunned pair a Jordans but they still live by their
When I get old I'm a be real cool
Sittin' on the porch with a fresh pair of shoes
Whole bunch of stories for the neighborhood kids
Tell 'em
a European watch
On a different time
I used to run around with a MAC-10
Back when I was 20 years old
That was back then (30)
30 clip in the 40, move yayo like
What you gone do for the louie bag
What you gone do for the matching shoes
What you gone do for a pair of lubs
What you gone what you gone do for
a pair of wooden shoes
In an old Dutch garden where the tulips grow
That's where first I whispered that I love you so
For my heart was blue till I
When I get old imma be real cool
Sittin on the porch with a fresh pair of shoes
Whole bunch of stories for the neighborhood kids
Tell em to believe
in a pair of wooden shoes.
In an old Dutch garden where the tulips grow
That's where I first whispered that I love you so
For my heart was blue
in a pair of wooden shoes
In an old Dutch garden where the tulips grow
That's when first I whispered that I love you so
For my heart was blue
these
Ive been these for years,
Old poitons
Left on the chair.
Been this
Ive been thiese
Ive been these for years,
Fruits in market
Take by the hand.
in a pair of wooden shoes.
In an old Dutch garden where the tulips grow
That's where I first whispered that I love you so
For my heart was blue
in a pair of wooden shoes.
In an old Dutch garden where the tulips grow
That's where I first whispered that I love you so
For my heart was blue
the stares
Body shaped like a pear
Shorty wasn't no square
Louboutin's by the pair
Blonde streaks in her hair
She didn't like to play fair
Shorty wasn't no
c'mon now don't be feisty
Knocking down threes step up to the line
Drain a pair don't worry we be fine
I just went and swore on pbs kids
Yeah
Woke up to a funky beat
Got a new outfit, lookin' so sweet
My shoes are muddy and old, oh no
And I've got a hole in my right big toe
Shoe repair? I
With every new pair my old pair feel played
New Carmellos, new Chris Pauls
Little do they know I love all yall
I treat em like pros, high top or lows
of fightin' each other
Slip on a pair of another man's shoes
You'll see by the time you get back
This whole world would be a whole lot better place
If we'd
of fightin' each other
Slip on a pair of another man's shoes
You'll see by the time you get back
This whole world would be a whole lot better place
If we'd
I was seven years old, when I got my first pair
And I stepped outside
And I was like, momma, this air bubble right here, it's gonna make me fly
I
It's the kick back with my nigga K-Mac, got the stoners in the back, rolling up the loud
Pack
Stoners in the back, rolling up the loud pack
Pass me
the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
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