Letras:
Good Shoes In The City

something under priced Working weekends just to pay for drugs This little story keeps repeating itself Reading fashion mags to look at the girls In the city, in the city

give up my street dream All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl, I?d trade it all Even give up my good green All, and I?d give the watch

up the sound, and spread my wings because I'm riding with my (angel) Going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels)

die say good-bye to the bad guy that one you fucked when you passed by Buck buck (gunshots) from a Glock tempured glass fly Do or Die walk a mile in my shoes

More the actin up the more the shit I felt in my gut The shit was all over as soon as the director said CUT! That's a wrap, good actin motherfuckers, good

ve ever known Bout to go thriller Mike Jackson on these n-ggas All I need is a f-cking red jackets with some zippers Super good smito a package of the

money we stuntin If ya hood and ya know it clap ya hands (clap clap) If ya hood and ya know it clap ya hands (clap clap) Spent 2 on the shoes, spent 3

see if you were comin' Out onto the highway gonna break the city limits Jimmy's gettin ready gonna put his foot in it Soft shoe Louie drinkin with his

long or die young n-gger, to each his own Cause everything was all good, just a year ago Yes, so here I go, new beach home, new French bitch, Got my boat shoes