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Smokin' on Information

Snoop Dogg

How to Hustle

2003

out
World wide spread
All the way from the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3 here

[Chorus: x2]

[Layzie]
You better believe a nigga be stompin' in my big black

em all let God sort em out
Kill em all let God sort em out
Kill em all
Kill em all

Stomping in big black boots
Here we come, and we coming like troops

comes back?
Sittin' in the Motherchurch, sold out, packed
Getting lost in the word from the Man in Black
Bet your boots I'm ready
Oh, when country

Big black boots, when I walk it gon' shake
Nigga lookin at my fist, but he will not hit the bank
Lame niggas got my name up in they motherfuckin'

Your Medicine
Pack your black boots and your backpack
Grab your space suits and your notepad
Get your machete ready and your black strap
This is a trip

a backwood, numbin pain while I face it
I could die tonight, you can't compare, you can't replace me
Black boots, black jeans, heavy dark thoughts
Somewhere

seen a man of his size
The heavy hand and the cast iron faith
He never gives but he always takes
I see the red red dust on his soul
His tired boots are

the mirror he says
Maybe this time you'll have fun
Yeah, maybe this time you'll have fun
So put on your boots, honey
And your black ripped jeans
Paint yourself

No i'm not a rockstar but
This some rockstar shit
I got some rockstar kicks
Balenciaga look like boots
All black I could never lose
I'm riding around

Hey you in your black leather boots
How do you do? I've been waiting for you
Oh me? You like how i sing?
My metaphysical things and all of my

(Kio, Kio) 'til I can't no more
I got the horses in the back
Horse tack is attached
Hat is matte black
Got the boots that's black to match
Riding

Boogie Woogie Santa Claus

The Tractors

Big Night

2002

He wears big black boots'custom made
Red rock and roll suit'Hollywood shades
He's the boogie woogie, boogie woogie
Boogie woogie Santa Claus
Well

The Big Night

The Tractors

Big Night

2002

Shined up the big black boots

Getting' ready for the big night'big night
Santa Claus is comin' to town
All over the world
Every boy and girl's
Heads

Cult Leader

Tech N9ne

All 6's and 7's

2011

not a condition the no tears
The new color is black clothes black boots and strings
I'm gonna show these non believes what mass lab producing means

We gon' pull up in the tracksuit's
Run a fucker down in my black boots
Air max,  95 110 on the tag,  dude
Fresh out the cage with a few scars
But

by the gun
GI Joe ain’t, ain’t no fun
I’m a serial number, in a green suit
M16 and black army boots
Flight for honor flight for death
Kill, Kill, Kill

and Friday's 
But I dont like em 
like the hair
that hangs in your face

My eyes finding everything

I like 
my black boots, lemon juice, and my space
But i

rebel like you
Like me, like you, like me, like you (rebel like you)

You're in your leather boots and black waistcoat
Lookin' just like me
Pretty

Alright, she's got a megaphone in her hand
Black boots on the street
She's got traction, she's got friction, she's bringing the heat
I gotta tell you

myself with a damn good price
Sweet oblivion
Got myself a bargain on
Sweet oblivion
That lies in this black tar

These boots are made for walking
Still I

There she goes walking down the street
High black boots on her feet
Chestnut hair shining in the sun
Any way she wants she'll have her fun
I wouldn't

troops
I might stomp a opp out in these all black boots
Go 100 on the highway, I'm a put this bitch in cruise
I ain't like her swag so I put her in some

Black boots and songs 'bout rivers
Songs about washing all your troubles away
Says there must be something in the water
Says it's all too much for me

leaving, ay (dirt boy, dirt life, dirt bike, whip!)
But never gonna be a slave

This dirt boy, this dirt life
These are black boots
It's a black knife