in Boston, in Philadelphia PA, deep in the heart of Texas, on down the Frisco Bay. All over Saint Louis and down in New Orleans. All the cats want
Boston, in Philadelphia PA, deep in the heart of Texas, on down the Frisco Bay. All over Saint Louis and down in New Orleans. All the cats
got them gats you got to get it, you and them cats got to get it Get it.. (brrrrrap, pow pow pow, brrrrrap) .. I'm concrete booted, all khaki Dickie suited
: These days, a lot a cats is outta line Seems to me, like they need to get punched Yeah, but where you gonna punch em? Yo, the choice is obvious I'll
I'm due for some bread Go head, name another click that could rap above us A bunch of millionaires walkin wit our gats in public Cats love it, boosie
m due for some bread Go head, name another click that could rap above us A bunch of millionaires walkin wit our gats in public Cats love it, boosie broads
the city boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues Cats in the alley Rats in my snakeskin boots All my neighbors think
boy blues And I just can't seem to break the shackles of the city boy blues Cats in the alley Rats in my snakeskin boots All my neighbors think I'm crazy
We took over their parties and we stole their girlfriends too Well now I'm older and those cats are wearing suits They gave away their creepers and the sold their combat boots
the dome I'm kicking, on the regular I puts masses in motions Shit'll split your mind open like a canteloupe then The Roots and the boots Don boost to
Issey Miyake Soon as I step in the room Hundred thousand in jewels Thats a whole lotta moves So what's a soldier to do Standin in his bloody boots Yea I'm fresh outta boot
conception, deception, lookin into your watch I see you weapon and it?s depressin, they?re diggin up in your thighs leavin deposits keep your closets open not your boots
Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell Wit 9 generals
back the Nashville Cats We've got to take this country back We've got to take this country back We need a few more pointy toed cowboy boots And steer
wag my tail, and eat my food. What oh, what is there to do? I don't want my mommy to go to school, I want her to stay home and sing cats rule. I don'
my fuckin curtains with a double barrel rehearsin Ready for war now for certain Biological warfare suits black gas masks black boots Half ass niggas
This is about two cats They're sittin' down by a river in the swamps They're sittin' down on the logs One of them is kind of a big fellow And the other