for a while, I walked around with a smile but, Deep inside, I could hear, voices telling me this ain't right. Don?t you know, it?s not for you, I always
cuz for a while I walked around with a smile but Deep inside I could hear voices telling me this ain't right Don't you know it's not for you I always
was bound to get pulled into some bullshit Sooner or later you little haters Are too jealous of us to love us You hate it G-Unit made it and Obie's coming
Still with this game Villian Still dubbin' that 'caine Poppin' our vein Fuckin' yo brain Villian But Mitch done made his way and slithered in our shit again It's 2K2 and now we dealin' with this
the days when I used to walk up and down that ghetto maze My fo's got love for me so real for me they'll kill for me I have tendencies to be high when
the harbor is yours You should tell him where you situate the gold That is unless you'd like a vacation with Davey J-J-J-Jones Like walk the plank, for
understands, perhaps it be My sisters, but many of them are anti-chastity Sisters vainly hope that all will end well Then tell me how you reject Christ, but love yourself some Denzel For
an hour you've been gone. It ain't right, start the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and search for ya. I read the trail your feet made, each step
hit Somebody shoulda showed me how to shut up and breathe 'Cause there's a time and place to bite your lip It goes peace to phobia For the boots made for walking
Say I'm way too smart for that, I got too much heart for that, Repeat that, repeat that, I'm way too smart for that, I got too much heart for that, Just
saw ya, I really thought I knew ya But now I see I don't And I wish that I did. Honey made a right Stepped off took flight Upstairs, up some more She made
the devil's nemesis It's no better predicament Straighten out the facts cause you twistin it Nigga this a Bridgetown crown Rocker not a fake affiliate I been in many clicks but this
air ready to fuck with me So what cha'll here to represent -- Boot Camp What we here to represent -- Boot Camp What cha'll people represent -- Boot Camp
'm checking for Rooms are emptied like somebody just robbed em But what do I care this ain't my place, ain't my problem So I continued walking, bumped
I wish this was back in the day when I was a cougher Cause in those days, "Brown Sugar," I couldn't stand her, But Blunt Boot Camp soon made her my commander
up the microphone and rhyme But now I think it's time to go for mine So you can sit back, relax, just max and unwind Because it's time for me to out a
Sinatra suddenly freaked out and climbed a tree and decided she doesn't want to do 'These Boots are Made for Walking' any more and all she ever wanted to do for