When I see her dance I got on my boots Got my boots on A love hate romance I can't feel my hands I got on my boots Got my boots on Winter left a cover
got my boot (boots, boots) A love hate romance, When I see her dance, I got on my boots, Got my boots on, A love hate romance, I can't feel my hands
true [Mr. Ivan] This some true shit. [First Verse-B.G.] Shoulda killed you bitches when we heard that song Tipped it on, talkin' bout 6th & Baronne When the fuckin' lights
Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my nigga My partna just paged me and say they found my nigga It's a bust back thang can't be no hoes I got a
someone still screaming a man in fire or lime under a grey cloud dim dark through green light in all my dreaming before my helpless sight he plunges
gas that, folk got sick paid Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes It feel strange now Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now I got the title from my
Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes [2Pac] Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown My unknown tendencies to mash my car Getting wicked with my
whole damn style is bitten You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers Now you wanna live my
la, la I get high as I wanna nigga Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner nigga I don't smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef Finna crush my enemies like
your due time life will expire Cause my guns speak jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!" Where I'm from, niggas be on some sleak shit They hungry, use they lighters
Go against me, fo' sho, you'sa goner nigga. I don't smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef Finna crush my enemies {CAN'T FORGET... } like I crush the
expensive, attract women You wanna search my pockets, and act all wild Say I hurt your heart - ask how could I smile? Wanna call back all my numbers
I was on my way to Mobile for a big New Years Eve show I stopped for just a minute to see a friend outside of town Put my collar up, found his name, and
know, you'll always be Unholy You see my burning fuse From a mile away I took your cruel abuse Lord took away my shame I learned to bite the hand That used to pull my
them to myself On display but here inside my soul Like a trophy on the shelf Hand upon my heart I know The moon will light my way Oh my friend the winding
: Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun Dust on my face and my cape, Me and Magdalena on the run I think this time we shall escape. Sold my guitar