Lyrics:
it for me (uh) I'm straight rap great, bustin' heads, straighten dreads I'm everlastin', like the toe on PRO-Keds (yeah, what?) A Tec-9 when I rhyme
it for me (uh) I'm straight rap great, bustin' heads, straighten dreads I'm everlastin', like the toe on PRO-Keds (yeah, what?) A Tec-9 when I rhyme
your Comic Views meant You's a smoke head I've been doing this since this Pro-Ked Broke breads with the cokeheads Been down, still I get around like
big Pro-Keds Now if you want to learn it, it really takes time That's why I'm here now tellin you this rhyme And if you never seen it, then I'll
like a pair of Pro-Keds And even if you were a fresh pair of Reeboks I'll wear you down to your last jumpshot The guys with the guys so lick nuts
or the shit I did Gucci mane I been ballin’ But to tell the truth I was a broke kid Ain’t never had no Pro-Keds Always stayed dead fresh 8th grade I was best
Parasail or first class mail Get on the back of a Nightingale Just get to me I don't care just get to me Prokeds, mopeds take a limousine instead They
fast, you won't know I'm the same kid I'm tired and fed, with all the weak stuff said All the phony-baloney, that went out like Pro-Keds You've got no
my drawers and start cryin', when she felt that bed Caught another when I told her those the fake pro-keds In the corner weavin' and screamin' trying
Of folders molders towin black gold So let it be said, let it be read Cause I lead ahead, of others who rhymes are old as pro-keds Tryin to diss the big daddy
head Honey said '69', I thought of boots And gave her pro-Keds D for action, just like Jackson 'Cause the Jacksons are not imagined I don't really
everything I'm seeing and knowing. London Heathrow, Walking through the airport with green Pro-Keds Sixty-niners from the designers, Tom McCann above
taliq got dreads Hangin out in the reds wearing levis and pro-keds Pouring beer on the curb for the dead I had to bring drama to some powder head
in braids taliq got dreads Hangin out in the reds wearing levis and pro-keds Pouring beer on the curb for the dead I had to bring drama to some
and STROKE [Chorus x2] [Verse] In the town I'm from, the tattle-tells don't rock like Pro-Keds The lil niggas ride they mopeds round the dope heads Glass
otherwise lucid events, in the case the afraid observe I got a pro-keds box full of layman's terms, it goes hey, peace, pray for the plagued, major relief
the afraid observe I got a pro-keds box full of layman's terms, it goes hey, peace, pray for the plagued, major relief and capacious rains, but just 'cause I
and I'm lonely, spreading my wings A player in prokeds and some jeans, a pioneer And gettin' slow head is my thing I'm in the mix, wit the lies come along
in braids taliq got dreads Hangin out in the reds wearing levis and pro-keds Pouring beer on the curb for the dead I had to bring drama to some
a pair of my Pro*Keds Half moon part and a two-wheel moped Quarter water, Jimmy Chu's for my honey It's the Postaboy, Winning Team, good money
Hangin out in the reds wearing levis and pro-keds Pouring beer on the curb for the dead I had to bring drama to some powder head (Freaky TAH) hey yo cut
Pro-Keds and you got Ked-Pros Now let me get a little harder Your mother's pregnant again and I'm the father And if you think I'm lyin' by just a notch
That fell well below the equilibrium To those biting following toys man i'm getting them Lets take it back to raps caps and pro-keds Flip it bring your
kooler then Rick The Ruler in suede pumas & nike cortezes, had a pro-ked fetish I had all the colors, fly young brother Posted on the corner like im posing
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