Lyrics:
fancy shoes
Girls were wearing those fancy shoes
Well you know what they say
Wild women don't get the blues
Because boys like hats, girls like shoes
Boys
Don't you sing to the boys in blue
Or you won't get no more Hokey Pokey
By the time we're through with you
By the time we're through with you
Fellas
Things start moving that never did before
The blue and purple dragones have me rolling on the floor
I look the other way and I see a cat-fight
But I
In a little room down in Memphis
With the king who sang about his blue suede shoes
slip on my shoes
I'm gonna pick up a paper and read the news
'Cause I'm sure to find enough blues to write my sad song
But when I open the door
The lady fits her old blue jeans
Hitches rides in limousines
Ya know there's a lot of kings and queens
Who would envy her in a t shirt she wears
the same disguise
Clean shoes, smart tie and deep blue eyes
Here it is again and it makes you sick
Watch the blind man walk along without a stick
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
shoes
It's a new game doing, lemme give ya the rules
Get outta line and I'ma give ya the blues
It's a new game doing, lemme give ya the rules
Get
sayin'?
Yo, go 'head (rip that shit)
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be
The cure for the wintertime blues
Grab your girl hit the road head on down to the beach
You'll be comin' home with sand in your shoes
They're just
mowing his lawn
He's wearing Blue Suede Shoes and A White Sports Coat
And there's a Whole Lotta Shakin' goin on
He's got a brand new tattoo that says me
money pay all your thrills
I wish I could be your walking shoes, step all over me
And take away my blues
My world my love
I wish I was you
Solid
This is your soul brother Green
Here to tell you about a smooth cat daddy stepping to the scene
By way of New Jersey, Paterson that is
He came
I'll be waiting in the car
Don't forget the camera
If you wouldn't mind, could you find my yellow shoes
I think they're under the stairs
Fa la la
to the pulpit
Blue rag "S" hat gold on my neck fat
Gun case catch that cause neighborhood I rep that
Bust heads, peel caps, cook coke, sell crack
Hit
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game
First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back
This is indo, produced by Timbo
Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain
boy Elvis, real rock - My boy Elvis, real rock
Wish bam-a-ling, ooh Elvis sing to me
Heartbreak hotel, blue suede shoes
He walks away with all my
forever
'Cause there's a scrambled sun
In a tangled sky
And the moon couldn't be any brighter
And as the slam big city goes rocketing by
Oh, my head
the winterbox blues
Any time you choose, oh yeah
She said oh my, I don't know why
I was just busy watching everyone go by
What's this I once heard, you
the winterbox blues
Any time you choose, oh yeah
She said oh my, I don't know why
I was just busy watching everyone go by
What's this I once heard, you
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey Goose
Pull out the ra-ta-tat, duck duck, say "Goose"
Beige Coupe, suede roofs, send him off to Jesus
H-deuce, yeah
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