And I build one of the sickest holding this still You need a dose of eccinacea with a little golden seal If your boots turn up my two boots Babu slice
Hanging out the pestros side jump ( jump) Man that chopper be spinning that really saying something Now that's power ( Lil Italy/Ghetto Commision ) GC: when every little
shook his hand. He'd laugh a little bit louder as he'd yell up at the band: Play a train song, pour me one more round, make 'em leave my boots on when
know it's on Hanging on the streets of Oakland All we do is smoke that weed And drink brew on the ave til we get keyed And a little bit of head is all
the wind gust, it's hot and muggy, dusty Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty It's passed noon, he should be here soon I sip a little moonshine
tight I make my plans at night And I don't sleep I don't sleep I don't sleep 'til it's light Some folks float and some are buried alive With our little boots
's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty It's passed noon, he should be here soon Sip a little moonshine inside
grandfathers stayed When they rode with Villa into Torreon. Then the padre will recite the prayers of old In the little church this side of town. I will wear new boots
size And just seconds off from splattering me Let me tell you I was so scared I couldn't move Like my boots were full of glue Then I felt a little tug
the shelfish I'm just eat pasta Turkey italian sausage chopped up kielbasa Doing hits from home like an elite mobster Love my onions diced up real little
for a little taste The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" .. "There's no love to be found" [Cappadonna] Cappa' slide through with the Ghost
one of the sickest holding this still You need a dose of eccinacea with a little golden seal If you boots turn up my two boots Babu slice and dice your
the dead awake How many wait it's too late it's over now Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable, Having a little trouble
you That's what I'm having a de ja vu Lord when I lay down down to sleep I pray for the Lord and the Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep, And if I should
of canvas billowed out into the breeze. But Redwood trees are crashing down out on the Western coast And an angry shadowy army follows Crazy Horse's ghost
's flags into rags You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs You won't be laughing And I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
Killers on your block tuck in they dicks like Tootsie Come and witness what your shit missed Watch the glock kiss, Little Sis' wetter like a Baptist
friends Want the birds to eat my eyes As here I lie The clouds fly by Ode to a grasshopper... I think I'll open a little shop, A little place where they