All Star Chuck Taylors
Goody Gumdrops
One thing I despise is virgin suicide
Shere Khan is something that the wind cries
The way I collect is like a bomb threat
Meanin if you don't have my doe
I'm a blow fa show
You better have heat when you hang with this villain
Meaning that its cold when I'm chillin'
Catch the fillin'
Slipped down on a banana peelin'
I seen them dead on the floor with the blood skeated to the ceiling
I was like yo how that happen?
Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rappin'
The one bullet, the right place at the right time
Can turn a hell of a wave into a flat line
My style don't pump no blood
It pump weed and gasoline, Nicky Nickitine
Man ectasy can twist yo spleen
Tell that to them freak in them jeans, know what I mean
It's kind of ironic, make a phone call for the chronic
And let my tigers hold the gin and tonic
Man it hurts so much it blastin' me
But I do what the rap gods askin' me
Have heart, have hustle
Have heart if you don't have muscle buy the punk gear in the tuscle
No love or passionate, blow weed in the face of the baddest chick
Yet spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy
On the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me
Pocahontas makin' money for me bustin' in the tee pee
My All Star Chuck Taylors, they lace like the mayor
Street ball court player
Rappinfied rhyme sayer
You be like Nicky man no favor, real poppa
I disappeare like Jimmy Hopper
Reappear on Easter
Pants in the heavy start to increase her
T shirts with the vestes feature
Miesha check it its the god of Khan
Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan
Catchin feeling, slipped in on a banana peelin'
you got a scheme homie what you dealin'
Man the Bad Lieutenant
With the blunt wrapped dope in it
Its like Popeye with his spinach
Run around like you playing tennis
And you still ain't finished
International keep the party crackin like its pistachios
The freaks got it poppin like a fashion show
Make a move with me birdy baby grad the doe like a linebacker
I got a gift like a blind jacker
Put a hole in ya six packer
At the south pole with the lock jaw
In the kitchen with the rock raw
You remind me of cocaine and doo doo stains
Man its the shitty dope dealer
Dirty worm catapilla
We collide like the sun and the moon
And I'm still trippin of that room with the blood on the ceiling
Catch ya fillin'
My chuck taylors got me creepin
And rap dealin
Come through and leave you stunned
And in shock
And leave my heart on the block like the lost glock
In the bushes of wood man you did what you could
With the little you got are you cold or hot
Put it down with the plot, and got knocked
And went to jail naked in ya shoes and socks
Laughin up to ya woman man to move ya rocks
And the freak turned the spot into a hot box
Chuck Taylors All Stars and all stars
Make my way to the bar and there you are
Catch ya fillin'
Hey sister give me some of those shoes
