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I'm rocking Number
(N) ine jeans and they boot cuts
Chop off the head off the coupe
Got a bowl cut (Woo, woo)
You not really havin’ no money
These

Little Girls

Too Short

Born to Mack

1989

A rap that'll cap like a true blue rap
Not a washed-up almost MC sap
Little girls so fresh and I know you are
Wanna take a little ride in my new car
I

Oochie Wally

Nas

Fabriclive.14

2004

the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window

ahead let your hair down

You're going to find yourself somewhere, somehow

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely
Sipping tea in a bar by the roadside

When i'm getting rich i'm getting gas by the kilos
Swerving in the car we going fast down alamitos
Blue cheese money on my fingers got them feeling

Has really just
Messed up my life
Really just
Messed up my life
She wore a black top
Blue jeans
And a sweater 'round her waist
Hair down
Diamond tears

from behind the curtains 

mom wore a long black dress 
and dad had his blue jean shirt on 
I'd woken up from a dream 
and I couldn't go back to sleep

Oochie Wally

Nas

Nas & Ill Will Records Presents: QB Finest

2000

the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window

no, no, no
Tell me what you want
St. Laurent bag
Birkin bag in blue
Spend it all for you
Tell me what you need now
Lil' Prada jeans now
Shoes with

his dials and smiles
Secure in the beauty of military life
There is no right or wrong
Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs
And blue skies

distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you strange
Say you changed
Uhh! Like you work that hard to stay the same
Uhh!

Girl Ridin' Shotgun

Joe Diffie

Girl Ridin' Shotgun

tight blue jeans
She's country, and she ain't afraid to break a nail
Raise hell, or go to jail, I keep her by my side
She's always ready to ride,

Scorn an education, defeat is won 
Penitentiary blue jeans, plans without means 
Of yielding promise is all there is 
Everybody knows this 

Chorus 

My

with me
We got Hell Cat Dreams
Keep it in my jeans
Eat by any means yeah
I can’t sip no lean
Just threw back a bean
Life ain’t what it seems
I’m after

of July

She left him last summer for an insurance man 
Who promised her all of his world
A Plymouth sedan, a full dental plan
He brightened her blue jeans

and Crescent Heights
Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free
With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans, and no ID
Soon as I step inside the plizace I

Yeah I'm the son of the south
Blood crimson red (yeah)
Blue jeans faded with
The grease-stained hands (yeah)
Scars on my knuckles and that's
Still

a VIP
I wear a plain t-shirt they see my jeans
Truly religious, so I wear true religus
And they're authentic you can
See by the seems
In by twelve so we

they couldn't been keener
I wanted to get to the pit
Smell the sweat and hear the hits
Jean always loved my big gestures
Like my first proposal by

goals
Their words last a second
They will forget ‘bout them by the next door

In your eyes I see the
Blue sky, where birds can 
Free fly and I believe you

just can’t wait to see her
She always lifts me up
Tight blue jeans and long blonde hair
Her smile lights up the night 
She runs to me—jumps in my arms
We

favorite blue jeans
But they don't fit like they used to 
So she don't wear them anymore

She's got a sleeveless heart
Aand ice flows through her veins
While

Billy used a gun
Though a Hapkido expert
Former green beret
In a blue jean jacket
Wish I could fight like Billy Jack
Partly Cherokee
Partly a white

When I'm by the sea
Sweatshirts sweatpants
White noise blue jeans 

Writing letters to old friends 
Black cats and tender moments
Cherries in the spring