Lyrics:
Yeah
Seven, oh, seven
Yeah, Charlie Hustle
playa', playa'
What's wrong with these old niggas, man?
D-day, what's wrong with these niggas?
partner
I know that all these blessings are karma
I need a fire lit by the seaside
Purest manuka up in my beehive
Give me a second, and let the beat
boot
Went the tying up my shit, told em don't shoot
A group of these motherfuckers, approachin' swiftly
Hands on they fuckin' gun, as if they really
the line, damn right, I'm gon' hurt you
These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercial
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up
B2K Crip walkin' like, "That's
was never your thing
7 months I've been free, still got the same tricks up your sleeve
You are good at games, even in my dreams
You are my nightmare
And mutterings, and thunders
And before it burned seven lamps
Which are the seven spirits of God
Facing it was a whole sea of glass, like crystal
And in
sunsets
Love the clear water down Key Largo way
These boots and my aching Texas heart
Are longing for the Lone Star State
I'm an undercover cowboy
I never
catch the dinner bell.
Chorus:
Well these boots were made for walkin.
I'm running up to pass.
You motormouth's keep talkin.
You're running out of gas.
the screams, Plug One
Shot up with fame like novacaine it made me numb
So numb I wouldn't been able to feel niggas
Diggin' in my pockets for my currency reels
a whole gallon
Of laxatives by accident just to shit on you has-beens
Had it been for my past tense, I wouldn't be rapping
See these streets made me,
You think bein' meek is weak, huh?
You try bein' meek for a week. Ain't that right, ya?
I go by K to the second letter
But my name is a second
as you are
Could you do the same for me?
These days!
You want your man to behave!
No talking in the theater!
But Babe!
You want your man made of clay?
a quart that I just had bought
I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head
I feel assurin' durin', also glad
Yes, feel assured by knowin' I
need me a gasmask til all these vapors clear
for hours, with all her powers just to see how
your Range Rover feel, on the real, that's head over wheels
found a cat with a record he live out in Texas
His myspace is over seven digits
The radio play him every second
The second that I see him we gon get em
I’ve never been hiking
I’ve always had a licence for this hip-hop
Influenced by the rap that vocally
Said they killed cops
I’m riding on E with a bitch
Step-by-step this is where I came from
7 Pounds, 6 ounces to graduation
Yeah, this place is in my veins, that's right
These are my stompin' grounds
A first kiss
a slow jam
But those pretty painted toes leave you with a toe tag
Oh damn it ain't hard to tell them heels made for walkin'
You bodied a few hearts foot
call 'em out altogether
Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name
Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've
What's all with seven thousand other rappers, groupie
The cut ya made for that movie ain't soothed me
Who said that Treach can't work when he don't
These trials make us who we are, who we are, we are
We're motivated by the scars that we're made of
These trials make us who we are, who we are, we
a lotta heads
Giving all these niggas the boot, just like timberland
I said I would relax then I got lit again
This just the warmup wait until I get my
get my paper I'm gone, same song
I drive for your ?
Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong
I gotta hold on
'Cause niggaz in these streets
we make this shit look cool
They played it by the book, I always played it by my rules
Yeah, searchin' for an answer they can't get a clue
Yeah,
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