Lyrics:
on the tape recorder
With big cups of Cristal, I'ma spank her well
If I lick you there, my girlfriend, I'ma tell
Rock your boots, and leave my style
never braggin
So what I'm XX, my pants are still saggin
Boots still stompin, raisin 'em often
From New York umm or should I say - Compton
and back
bums
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my
bums
[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my
shit's so fucking played out
Instead, I just grab this wang, and tell you that I'm in the haugh, bitch!
Parachute pants, and moon boots
Chilling
introduced to your women friends,
'Cause I buy double deuces to rent a Benz,
Like they boots made by Timbaland,
I have to remind, since I got drafted
introduced to your women friends,
'Cause I buy double deuces to rent a Benz,
Like they boots made by Timbaland,
I have to remind, since I got drafted
T Shirt, jeans and boots
It's all good, you look fine by me
Chorus: You'd think my car was some old classic
The way heads turn when we're in traffic
They say that I'm changing
Like, "I just want the old ya"
Got her Margiela
And her boots Stella
Pants Donna Karan
She don't wanna wear 'em
She got over
got cowboy boots and camo pants
Yeah we're just alike, hey ain't we dad
I wanna do everything you do
So I've been watching you
We got back home and I
mornin' rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean
Had my mind set to hit them streets
Drizzle from the night left cold puddles out
Had my black stomp-boots on my
keep 'em up
I go chemo, givе you cancer
Stupid dizzy, you a dancer
Dummy got got by the woos
Would have got away
If he pulled his pants up
I hold that
by the Woos
He woulda got away if he pulled his pants up
I hold that boy for ransom (Grrt)
I pour a four in my Fanta
Is you with it or not? (Nah)
Gun
He's a WHAT? he's a WHAT?
He's a newspaper man
And he gets his best ideas
From a newspaper stand;
From his boots to his pants
To his comments
that Ass
A tendant G-String
With the Kupri Pants
Where Yo nigga at
O That's Yo man
Tell yo girlfriend
play it off
And Write cha number
in my hand
you
the call
It simply can't resist
Boots and pants like this
Abracadabra for all
Glad that's over, but this is worse
Roll it over, too perverse
Stop it cos it
a ride
Yeehaw
I thought there a snake in boot there a snake in my pants yeehaw
Cow girl wanna come and ride now she screaming yeehaw
Cowboy hat on my head
credentials, uh, yeah, bitch
I been sippin', sippin', they say I'm trippin' out, huh
I stuff them Benji's in my pants, it got me limpin' out, uh
All these
look
Like haunted marble cake
Parkas and pajama pants
I'm part of what don't march-in-place
I'm partial to the closest roving
Pack of gnashing gums
calm money got too long
Straight out the mud still got my boot on
All this shit in my pants
I can't dance
But I can count this bread
Shawty you tripping
those big black boots. The pants tuck up. Oh my God. Sometimes I just speed up just to get pulled over. Now, I say this because most of us have gotten
the people I'm inspired by
And find out that they're really, really fake or they just kind of lied
Kind of surprised I was able to keep my mouth shut
This
bitch, said she ain't going, I took her to Popeyes
Why lie? She ain't pull her pants down, bye-bye
Why lie? I got six kids, I'm a da-da
Ride in that
on the tape recorder
With big cups of Cristal, I'm a spank her well
If I lick you there, my girlfriend, I'm a tell
Rock your boots, and leave my style
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