Lyrics:
Snatch all the honey from your honeycomb
Now the bees keep flyin' by me
I'm on that piff, that potty
That shit, smokin' like Vladi, spendin' dough from
a chase from the police
Causing trouble and disturbing the peace
There's loads of things that you can't be taught
unless your born and raised in chikka
the Dream he's burning red, he's drowning in kerosene
This is the beckoning for every thing, battling in any ring
Battling everything that you would dare
no need to be alone
When you find that someone (I'm gonna getcha)
I'm gonna getcha while I gotcha in sight (I'm gonna getcha)
I'm gonna getcha
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
dip, triple cuddle fling
She was picking up every little thing I'm sending
Boots were on fire, heart was ticking fast
Out all night running around
With
boots
You put the life and the laughs back in our living room
You put the weak in my knees the love in my first glances
You're the best thing that's come
bitch
And I was digging that down since '96 shit
Memph man I'll take your bitch
Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
And you know how it go
stay with you
I will see this through
If it's the last thing that I do you take this
Heavy-foot light-foot
Shabby-boot gum-boot
The ritual mamba
Moving
It's okay to yo yo, day by day
One thing less, one less thing
Overtime, it's fine
Is it not you, you, uh mmm
Nothin' bad with no goin', day by day
God let rain thunder
God Verzay on it
Been that thing homie
And she waiting on it
Popped out on the side, brother set
I got Bottega by my boots, by
See that boy standing there by the dance floor
He's lookin' like the Marlboro Man
Starched shirt, starched jeans, big trophy buckle
And an empty
Well, the first thing I want to say is??Mandate my ass!?
Because it seems as though we've been convinced that 26% of the registered voters, not
can't breathe
By the red and blue lights
So proudly we hail
At the ones that we smite
O'er the land of the free
And the home of depraved
With a rope on my
counsel?
Hear ye! Hear ye! I am here
To holler that I have hauled tons by which I don't mean lots
I mean tons of cowshit
And stood ankle deep in swales
and catchin' our breath
Like your voice in my ear
That fire in your soul
You know some things, babe, they never get old
Like my boots and your heels kicked
her mothafuckin' boots
And then I'm gone
I got the white bitches sayin' "It's a black thing"
'Cause I leave that hoe with no dough and plenty back
her mothafuckin' boots
And then I'm gone
I got the white bitches sayin' "It's a black thing"
'Cause I leave that hoe with no dough and plenty back
that good stuff ... original art
work and all that good stuff! Well, you are again the proud owner of number four, Run To The Hills - Total
Eclipse,
that man
Yeah, I want my boots to be the kind that you would wanna grow into
My world changed by God's grace the day you were born
That's why daddy
a password bitch I go by the code
Coca yielding, play in her nose
Hey, I just wanna sit up on that propeller boat
Hey, I just wanna rap and ship it coast
(Woah)
Tear your ass apart when you swim with sharks
I'm in the car like Tony Starks 'cause I'm that smart (Skrrt)
Doing 106 then Park like I'm in my
gonna get smacked muppet
I nearly lost my head so that man right there needs to go ahead and shut it
Before you get punched in the head by a skinny ass
on my birthday
Three days late
Drove his old Ford around
Fightin' with that stick
Passed by that fishing hole
Where he gave me my first drink
He was gone
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