stayed When they rode with villa into torreon Then the padre will recite the prayers of old In the little church of this side of town I will wear new boots
size And just seconds off from splattering me Let me tell you I was so scared I couldn't move Like my boots were full of glue Then I felt a little tug
Dropping Names (Take PCP) He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
45 colt The wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty Bust a couple shots make sure I'm not rusty It's passed noon, he should be here soon Sip a little
here Yeah yeah yeah, I'm gonna sex this up, yeah go like this here Check it out Verse 1: I'm beatin [BACKWARDS] against the [BACKWARDS] up out their boots
Alright now My mama warned me about boys like you It's the reason I wear these high heel boots, yeah And let me give you a little piece of advice My
was the neighborhood ghost. (Baby) She's deader then a doornail, looking for love Doornail Dorothy was the neighborhood ghost. Madrox: She was looking like a ??? but she was a little
And I build one of the sickest holding this still You need a dose of eccinacea with a little golden seal If your boots turn up my two boots Babu slice
Hanging out the pestros side jump ( jump) Man that chopper be spinning that really saying something Now that's power ( Lil Italy/Ghetto Commision ) GC: when every little
shook his hand. He'd laugh a little bit louder as he'd yell up at the band: Play a train song, pour me one more round, make 'em leave my boots on when
know it's on Hanging on the streets of Oakland All we do is smoke that weed And drink brew on the ave til we get keyed And a little bit of head is all
the wind gust, it's hot and muggy, dusty Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty It's passed noon, he should be here soon I sip a little moonshine
tight I make my plans at night And I don't sleep I don't sleep I don't sleep 'til it's light Some folks float and some are buried alive With our little boots
's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty It's passed noon, he should be here soon Sip a little moonshine inside
grandfathers stayed When they rode with Villa into Torreon. Then the padre will recite the prayers of old In the little church this side of town. I will wear new boots
the shelfish I'm just eat pasta Turkey italian sausage chopped up kielbasa Doing hits from home like an elite mobster Love my onions diced up real little