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the uniform
One sunny summers night
The trousers never fitted
And the beret was'nt right
But the boots were strong and powerful
I still have them to this day

Ati Ntabirenze
Ntabirenze
Nt-nt-ntabirenze
Ati Ntabirenze
Ati Ntabirenze
Ntabirenze
Nt-nt-ntabirenze
Yebabawe
Mamayiweee
Ubu se nkore iki?
Bikorwa bite?

I'nt let her hold me down 
She knows...
I let her get a glimpse yeah 
She knows...
I never f*** around the time 
She knows...
I'nt got no time for

dust on my boots
 	You are the cold wind to my face
	I shut you down
 	You come back  
 	Just like a rash that would´nt go away

 	You are like dust

Chorus:
She picked on me
When I was lonely
She picked on me
When I was down
She picked on me
It was'nt easy
To pull me up
And to bring me around
She

[ hook]
A coupe for the money a cowboy with the horse
The rich and the poors different sides of a thorns
the devil has been good with me he ai'nt

Efson
Uhuh uhuh
Kraxy On the Beat
Yeah
Memp3 nt)kwa I dey look for money
Jama os3 mada Nanso Mayi mani
I pray to jah everyday we go eat
Cos I be

shows now, 
Say they want to knock boots, 
But baby they just not you, 

Cuz I know a girl that, 
Fuck me right, 
Don't complain about shit she never

along a dusty wayside

We traveled on, for a couple of days
with me in my boots and your old guitar in a case,
Bars we played, to the early hours, night

boots
Kick up the dust and let it hang loose

I can feel this whiskey
Tellin' me to do my thing
Lawd it would'nt be a party
If we didn't have a pregame
So

That nigga mad than a bitch (Ha) 
'cause he thought I wa'nt makin' it
(Thought I wa'nt makin' it)
Yeah, that nigga don't get money, hell nah
(Ha) ,

you.
I'll put the dutch out on your nike' boots.
Pull my nuts out on your wife in the mic booth.
Then situate with her at the end of the night too.
Those

Spit Game

Pretty Ugly

Game Tight

2002

see me ballin' --P.U.
Yeah you heard wit they call em' Pretty Ugly the Philly cat wit tha chip toof' 
That wear low shirts,Guess jeans-n-tim boots
I

clear you ain't look right 
It'nt take much to make this, It just took life
Good days, bad ones, sleepless, and good nights 

Life's a- puttin' up a good

sullen and hollow, fickle and apart
Now don't misunderstand, I don't hold you to any fault
So forgive me for the time you knew me as my boots hit

[Intro]

- Que é isso, Gustavo?
- Tá achando que tá na igreja?

- Calmai
- Caralho, eu esqueci

[Verso 1: Chefe TF]

Cê gasta mais em boot do que em

on hush 
You cannot hang with the crew 
Once a new n**** the old get the boot 
Im gonna win while I see bitches lose 
Making a bag while a n**** in tuned

climb in my shoes
They don't fit you and too stylin' to boot
Her style is too cute
Time to make a fool of myself
Tripping on more than just my laces
Hit

Glad I'm Not Yew

Lunachicks

Babysitters on Acid

around town
Or shoot up gloo that gets me down
I don't have lots of holes in my arm
And have'nt used up all my charms,

Don't go to clubs 'cause I

bugers in Mac d's
and a wearhouse at the top of my road
all day i stacked boxes with a twin knee
i could'nt stay focased mentally, coz all i wanted to do