your way Now, time is moving on I know it won't be long Till I'm shuffling away With nothing more to say When I'm printed on your wall My face won'
I didn't come your way Now time is moving on I know it won't be long Till I'm shuffling away With nothing more to say When I'm printed on your wall
Traduzione: Corsa. Cool Your Boots.
the paper ma, I don't care How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never Whats mine is yours and whats yours
hook (Mystikal) Back your ass, Whoo, the fuck up I thought I told you, put your meanest face on for me And them steel-toe boots, gonna stomp your ass
down stream down and the up stream up uh-huh Girlfriend boots & all you're looking fresh again move toward me so I can smell the sweetness of your flesh damn cool down your
is mine I move into the DJ playing beats Watch me, move my body You feelin' like you wanna leave yourself I got my boots on I'm feeling mighty strong As I ride
round your neck, poke your chest out and bounce, nigga From the east, to the west, up north, and down south, nigga Got twenties on your whip, poke your
throw bullets like Dallas Troy Aikman The callous on my index stay achin Niggaz stay hatin Got me late night pacin I'm tight boot lacin Mask on like I
Shit I Might Be A Hack On The Stand Up But I'm Working At It I Got My Hair Cut Correct Like Anthony Mason Then I Ride The I.R.T. Right Up To Penn Station
cops To all my G's don't snooze 'Cause they crews in blues and whites Comin' to the PJ's lookin' for fights Mr. Officer cool down your temper Me just cool
a party baby get your swerve on You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on Hey it?s a party baby get your swerve on You wanna come get your boots put your
game Point 1 - Call and meet, ??, pay ya debt Point 2 - Don't hate the haters They cloudin' your judgement And 3, never let 'em know what you're thinkin' [Cool
We could get clink claks and thousand suits Lizard boots, a ring or two How you move to the blue, how you call us crew Fool, be cool what's cool, you
could get clink claks and thousand suits Lizard boots, a ring or two How you move to the blue, how you call us crew Fool, be cool what's cool, you snooze
[Pete:] The world's at the tip of your touch So clutch that mouse in from your home Roaming alone, just you and your portable phone Can surf the world
you ride Greyhound Oh, just your luck, they on strike Take off the wedding band, put out the thumb, time to hitch-hike And the more you walk the pain from your
