is full of dreams and nothing's as it seems In the black air under the trees Do you even know that I'm here? I might as well be a ghost It's true, you
full of dreams and nothing's as it seems In the black air under the trees Do you even know that I'm here? I might as well be a ghost It's true, you
Traduzione: Little Boots. Ghost.
my 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
(feat. Boots (The Coup)) [Ant Banks] Yeah, to the break of dawn, you know? Let's do this [Chorus:] Niggas in Oakland all day long Be pimping these
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
From the tin rooftop the little boy did watch The procession down through town Through the museum where Daniel whupped the Devil With them boys from
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 Inconvinence
type of nigga that be gamin' your freaks While you out workin' hard I'm puttin' stains in your sheets And sportin' Coogi and Gucci that's my duty Fuck a big bootie
Dorothy was the neighborhood ghost. (Baby) She's deader then a doornail, looking for love Doornail Dorothy was the neighborhood ghost. [Madrox:] She was looking like a ?? but she was a little
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
edible Fuck with my life, I'm stressin your death Cut his guts out, wrap his intestines around his neck You wanna gun who [laughing], what? Shit it's the ghost
't edible Fuck with my life, I'm stressin your death Cut his guts out, wrap his intestines around his neck You wanna gun who (*laughing*), what? Shit it's the ghost
'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
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
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
