Lyrics:
for loot,
So get the champagne and pop it, 'cause it ain't no stoppin',
Down in the boot, Black Menace blessed with the right chemistry,
Cappin' through
from comin out
And breathin in the fresh air
Walkin all about
Are you kept in by the same fear
Of lettin people know you exist
Scared to trust them with
cope
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope
Yo it's the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't fuck with me
Comin' straight outta QB
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
I'd rather be hated for the right reasons then be loved for the wrong
Rather speak truth be seen conceited than to be praised by all my flaws
Yo I don't even know what the vibe is kid
All these different things seperatin us
It got me walkin this fence man
and I don't even know what side
to keep
I let you slip away somehow
If I should die before I wake
If I should die my pain shall stay
I pray the lord my soul to take
I made you what you are
are you kiddin me
Me in the Whitehouse, now that's fucked up
For one to get over, one must get stuck up
One will roll up, another will smoke up
to make a turn when choices are made
but its me my own fate
Look around I see you holding angelic faith
Of these little joy
I see the shade fade away
Now it
and the clouds cried on top of me
The wind whispered "run" but my legs responded awkwardly
These boots weren't made for walking, but I definitely showed them how
makes me fucking sick how stupid we all are following their script
We done tripped wel wind up in a ditch
Reverse these these centuries of war will take
sick
And I know I should get right, eyes are open at midnight, with a pen and a pen
At my bedside, illuminated by dim light, yea
I wanna pass the plate,
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, straight out the ghetto, I'm damn hood
I Stack-A-Dollar like a whole rack of canned goods
Baggy jeans, no Timbs, A.C.G. boots
Yeah
Why do we try to protect our hearts by pretendin' we don't have one?
Try to escape from our fears, but we can't run
Seems like we were
Nigga, why you actin' like my homie
I'm still there gettin' money and niggas is movin' phony
So, I be ridin' by my doley, can't put my trust
And these
stripes
In the middle of the night
Seein' fiends smoke pipes
Dub sacks an Coniac
Helps me deal with these phonies
Busters sellin' for G's that I stack
the plug out)
Just about the time when you jumped for joy
(Yo, you take my stage, I'ma kill you, boy)
Answer back and gettin smacked and your friends made
Botas
These Boots Are Made for Walkin'
Lee Hazelwood
Translation: Noemy Esparza
Tú me dices que algo sientes por mí
Que según tú es amor confiesa
shaped you?
Do you fear being shaken by the shoulders like an etch a sketch
Being mugged for your memories? I do
They are my first most prized possession
into that five story building
I tell you five stories before it happens
And then I get it cracking
These guys are lying
They go together like raw meat
for these stacks like Jimmy Caan
Wait let a G win like the Padres
Let a G win like Tony's last name
Who played first base for San Diego
Had to break it
Yeah, all those conversations we had in our bed are gone
You were just a simulation by my side up all night long
Now there ain't no concentration, I
Walkin past these faggots with a giant ego
We know about the shit you said, and now you're stuck below
The head of my dick, and my unbuckled chinos
a gift that help me steer past the abyss.
I imagine motherhood to be like this
Woods, by a meadow
Tall trees, arranged between shade, tinted by grey, made
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