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pounds when yer wet and wearin boots
damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day
But Dre Day only met Eazy's pay day
all of a sudden Dr Dre is a G thang, but

front door
A pair of Hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the wish of Barney and Ben
Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk
Is the hope

to war
"Civilian life? Yeah that's a fuckin bore
you gotta die for your country to be hardcore!"
I don't wanna go to war
Fuck boots on the ground,
I'm not

Bury Me in Blue Jeans

Granger Smith

Dirt Road Driveway

2013

I guess I learned it from my grand dad
I like the shirt with a little pearl snaps
Dye boots if it was up to me
And bury me in blue jeans.

I can't see myself coming down defeated
And the rainy season is coming
So put on your boots and grab your ice axe
We're heading for the North Call.

you pee
El baño no está aquí, ve caca por allí

Pull your hair out from the roots
And muddy up your boots
You think that you're wanted here
But they're

full with borrowed time 

c quiet place for talking heads 
c crowded room for lonely souls 
Heavy boots and feet like led 
I've broken every heart I was

de spor

De fant to velbrukte boots og en gammel gitar
Et kjøleskap med øl og en tube kaviar
En pakke sigaretter og en cowboyhatt på do
De skjønte

the moonshine that we're shootin'
Or the groove makin' you move
But I gotta say I love the way
You're shakin' in, shake-shakin' in them boots

Go head and do

Love Underground

Rustic Overtones

Viva Nueva

2001

doesn't make a sound
Digging in the dirt when falling down
I pull up love from underground
It was deep beneath the streets
Beneath the boots that beat

I left her stranded there in open water
Brushed the dirt off of the boots I got her
You took your last drag of the cigarette
Spending so much time

thisa fkn boot
Kickin you out yo fkn shoe w my fuckin boot
Bitch this ain't no mtfkn shoe thisa fkn boot
Listen to you act a fkn fool knock you wit my

Climbing through your sunroof
To look at the
Stars
Drowsy in the garden
Beg a little pardon
Feet up on the table
Kicking off both of your boots
Getting real

of friendly
But if I score like okocha
Make you clap
Looking at my boots if e no dey shine
I'm moving like a soldier on a match
Dust made body on a motion

If

Starlight can't replace

You on this night
You in those boots
You with that voice
You

You should just be
In time with my love
You should just be 
In

shreds

How can I love me?
My boots were not made to travel
And my eyes, oh
They see beyond the horizon

Looking for purple sunflowers
What are you looking

Big Ballin'

Big Tymers

Cash Money Records: 10 Years of Bling, Vol. 1

2007

tatoos
A Ca$h Money motto do what you gotta do

[Manny Fresh]
Fight who you gotta fight
Shoot who you gotta shoot
Boot who you gotta boot
Do what you gotta

Scootin' Boogie back in my Boots
And get back to my roots
Get back to my roots
I like a little hip hop now and then
Me and all my Rowdy Friends
Nothing but

Scrape of shovel against pavement
The rhythmic crunch of boots
This snowfall in the morning
Is a wintertime salute

To the songs about white

don´t need a guy
Standing in my boots and all
Makes me look real real tall

Panic, panic, panic
Panic in paradise

I look at my watch it is 5 a.m.
I don't

Dollar signs on my boots
Dollar signs on my shoes

Hold on, balling
Tell the bank teller I'm calling
Walking talking new biz deals I'm all in
In the new

Kinky

Kinky Friedman

They Ain't Making Jews Like Jesus Anymore

2005

and bulldogs,
Jockstraps and cowboy boots,
Forty-seven miles of tennis shoe tongue
And thirteen pair of shoes.

Let it roll, let it roll, let it roll one time for

you wanna book me, yes it's 15 for a show
(Goddamn, goddamn)
Watchu want? That's what she want some blow
(She want some blow) she boot it up
(She boot

You know celine suit's and boots
Gimme the loose, hmph yeah

A champagne toast and a tux, so classy
Parties at the castle
I'm a real life Gatsby
She