Letras:
Good Shoes Wait

You know it?s time to keep it simple Let?s take a chance and hope for the best Life is short, so make it what you wanna Make it good, don?t wait until

the thug in me) [2Pac] By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game Made it through a tough childhood never be the same Walked in my daddy's shoes

and down she like to ride on top Fast, prayin that the condom pop That's foul, but fuck it it's all hood to me Now Hollywood's been real real good to

could heal each other. I was hoping, I was hoping we could be raw together. We left the restaurant where the head waiter (in his 60's), said "Good bye

dope, and I'm bound to let the gun smoke I'm gettin' richer everyday because I'm selling crack, and, yo, police ain't jack So I just wait to pull the

he always got on his game and his good shoes Difficult to stop creating can't wait But they came to see God then great tell 'em the good news Isn't it

's furthest from my mind I'm just looking for a good friend of mine I'm waiting for the man Here he comes, he's all dressed in black PR shoes, and

All I see is sissies in magazines smiling Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent? Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes

All I see is sissies in magazines smiling Whatever happened to whylin out and bein violent? Whatever happened to catchin a good-ol' fashioned passionate ass-whoopin and gettin your shoes