Songtexte:
Little Boots Magical

fuckin attitude Frontin on my Clan from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you" [Ghostface] Yo, yo Starks flippin cheesyface measly paced ofays Ghostface, jump out the window for a little

each sensual kiss you magnetize and pull me in your power my compass spins, my clock chimes every hour put your foot down puss in boots puss in boots

Once upon a time in a town like this A little girl made a great big wish To feel the world full of happiness And be on Santa?s magic list Chorus Shake

he's no brute he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit Strike the magic groove make him jerk and move like an eight legged freak in snake skin boots

Faces filled with joy and cheer What a magical time of year Howdy Ho! It's Weasel Stomping Day Put your Viking helmet on Spread that mayonaisse on the

hoes Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day Cum six times but it's seven today Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet What's my name? So magical

said wassup I took her to the crib And you know I fucked Yeah toot it and boot it Toot it and boot it Toot it and boot it That's why I toot and boot it

not folded in a roll Like a pimp When I see you bitch you betta have my dough Like a pimp Reach Back Like a pimp, slap da hoe 1 little 2 little niggas dats payin' me 3 little

pill Im rollin wood grain, down that South man Im out the South ya know Im down fuckin to bring the pain because we comin down and my little boys gone