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Little Boots New I Town

shame now I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey

and your little car And I hate it 'cause the tires are new Well I must've had a ball last night I can't recall what even started out fight I must've

, "Nicky do you love that" In a mirror with the weed sack I heard her but I didn't answer back Man I like that little flute, remind me of Ronnie Newt I think I

I'm all alone and I'm expecting you To lead me off in a cheerful dance I got a brand new suit and a brand new wife I can live on rice and beans Some people

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

contessa, If it don't work out I ain't lame, I can walk" Now some folks think cancer's taken to the streets of this town But Sandy eats her candy and

most anticipated works of violence since Freddy vs. Jason I'm worth patience, a worth in greater market So I can shoot up your chest like them little paper targets I

out to my niggas Uptown Downtown, Midtown, across town and out of town I be the mic horker Rap enforcer Native New Yorker Slick talker Beat walker stalker You remember me when I

little bit For God to become man blows me to obliterate So when I hit you with the mind of the Infinite His Scripture sticks in your heart then I give