Lyrics:
she never sang
Until one day, those boots arrived
And things were never the same
These boots were made for singing,
And that's just what I'll do
Verner
My wheels spin slow
Runnin' with the hatchet is the only way to go
Some girlies by the Carnival was lookin' for a ride
We tried to pick 'em up
Girl, never write a check I can't deposit
She said, "boy, stop, let's go walkin'" (let's go walkin')
"You wanna be outside for this"
We just talkin'
And these few words he did say, poor boy,
These few words he did say.
"I preached for the Lord a mighty long time,
Preached about the rich and the poor.
Us
someone else is getting all your best
These boots are made for walkin'
That's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over
about
"Last call for alcohol" I'm 'bout to get to mashin' on that ?
If we don't get no mo' ? throw glasses at that Moesha fag
And I'm walkin' up out
someone else is getting all your best
Well, these boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk
connected to the soldier
With weapons on his shoulder, he's only seconds older than me
We playful but serious, now keep on mind for online experience
Little
She's alright, hoppin'
Bars on a Saturday night
Low on cash, but in charm
She's high as a kite
Down by the water
Where the other kids are at
She
dark (uh-huh)
You can call me the beast from the east
I run these streets, you could eat hollow tip shells
Or you could work for me (work for me)
Yeah (Go Squad)
Ayy
Look
I wish everyone could tell me exactly what they need from me
The first second they speak to me, I'm not with all
dark (uh-huh)
You can call me the beast from the east
I run these streets, you could eat hollow tip shells
Or you could work for me (work for me)
scar was a painful work of art
That reminds me of mistakes that I've made
And no story I can tell can tell it quite as well
As these souvenirs that
who decided, well, I'm not really that hungry anyhow.
These are just a few of the things for which payment is long overdue..
The person that I owe
HARD TO KEEP CLOSE ME BY YOUR SIDE.
BUT NOTHIN' (NOTHIN') IS GONNA TEAR US APART!
WARM AND SAFE LIKE WE USED TO BE,
PROMISES MADE ARE SO HARD TO KEEP.
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You should never
Write words using numbers
Unless you're seven
Or your name is Prince
I hate these word crimes
You really need a
Full time
'Cause I like (girls)
From stupido groupie hoes
To one of these r&b group skio's (girls)
I need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse
Or I may date,
a'messin'
And now someone else is getting all your best
These boots are made for walkin'
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are
dialect
Till I, sit in the dark and I reflect
And my reflection shows what it's like here
'Cause this vanity, surrounded by all these lights, yeah
It's
Every second counts
I don't wanna talk to you anymore
All these little games
You can call me by the name I gave you yesterday
Every minute counts
And someone else is getting all your best
DH: These boots are made for walkin'
MM: That's just what they'll do
DH/MM: One of these days these boots are gonna
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
or beast (no, no)
But I admit there are times when these girls so fine
They'll chill with a nigga for a week (oh, for a week)
Now I admit I love Hugh
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
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