Smoke Ya Boots - Wizdakidd

Die Thoughts replaced by placid romance Without movement, I can't escape Die Searching through the static Twisted and torn inside of Such blinding visions of destruction So I have to wonder Was this in the master plan? Now a broken future's all that we hold Broken Broken Our broken future is all that we hold Our day draws To it's close Dusk Washes away Washes away Integrity now bleeds away As tired hearts are left to drain Integrity now bleeds away As tired hearts are left to drain Do you see there faces when you fall asleep at night? Now they're nothing more than blood stained memories Blo stained memories Blo stained memories Blo stained memories Blo stained memories

From the streets Never heard of ya I ain't got no words fah ya Would he swerve fa ya? Swerve fa ya? You say you from the streets, But I ain't never of yah Might be working for them people ion got no words for ya He be hollering he yo people would he really swerved for ya Get in black and go and bend the curve for ya You say you from the streets, But I ain't never of yah Might be working for them people ion got no words for ya He be hollering he yo people would he really swerved for ya Get in black and go and bend the curve for ya All my niggas thuggish they really up on some Soulja shit Come around here tripping and playing and watch we show a bitch Hands work good ah work em out with the shoulders quick Trigger finger itching I'm ready to come stand over shit Raised round gangsta so nigga ain't really scared of shit All yo niggas pussy and scary don't make me bat a bitch If I come up short on my profit them imma have a fit Catch that nigga slipping and stuck em my niggas too legit Fat them niggas trippin and bitching watch how that ruger hit Bitch we really thug in them trenches ah leave you in a ditch When it come to stepping and fighting I don't know how to quit Any nigga say he don't like me I bet it's bout a bitch You say you from the streets, But I ain't never of yah Might be working for them people ion got no words for ya He be hollering he yo people would he really swerved for ya Get in black and go and bend the curve for ya You say you from the streets, But I ain't never of yah Might be working for them people ion got no words for ya He be hollering he yo people would he really swerved for ya Get in black and go and bend the curve for ya Running with steppers up in my section shit get hectic Pussy want flex me so I can't leave without my weapon Bitch them bullets burn come and try and learn yo lesson Invested in some cutters bitch we strapped up in my section Shit get dumb up in my section, yea shit get reckless Run up on me I'm bussing nigga ain't second guessing Choppa hold a hundred if you sneeze Imma bless you Nigga aww mane I ain't lien Imma stretch you In my city you gone die if you don't ride with it So I stuff thirty off in that forty when I ride with it If I catch him with his dawgs shid he gone die with em So he besta have that iron when he ride with it You say you from the streets, But I ain't never of yah Might be working for them people ion got no words for ya He be hollering he yo people would he really swerved for ya Get in black and go and bend the curve for ya You say you from the streets, But I ain't never of yah Might be working for them people ion got no words for ya He be hollering he yo people would he really swerved for ya Get in black and go and bend the curve for ya

I have boys in every country code Just a rollin' stoner on a roll I'd bring the cowgirl out and cock them guns Always leave before the cowboy comes Then I met you Saturday night, I tried to run away Sunday morning, I woke up fucked up, with you right next to me Had a flight booked to Japan, but you took me by the hand Now every morning I wake up with you right next to me I'm walking on air, kickin' my blues Everything stops when I'm with you So slide over here, tell me the truth I know you love me wearing nothing but your boots Never thought about that wifey life Wedding bells just made me wanna die But when you grab me and you spin me 'round You really screw my head up upside-down Then I met you Saturday night, I tried to run away Sunday morning, I woke up fucked up, with you right next to me Had a flight booked to Japan, but you took me by the hand Now every morning I wake up with you right next to me I'm walking on air, kickin' my blues Everything stops when I'm with you So slide over here, tell me the truth I know you love me wearing nothing but your boots If you can't handle these claws, you don't get this kitty Baby, pick me up, spin me 'round, take me on a ride Pull you by the belt, recognize that you're mine tonight Baby, pick me up, spin me 'round, take me on a ride Pull you by the belt, recognize that you're mine tonight I'm walking on air, kickin' my blues Everything stops, ah When I'm wearing, when I'm wearing, baby, nothing but your boots Nothing but your boots Nothing but your boots

If you have a look around a jungle JOC. It isn't very hard to find a super cop; You can tell who he is if you look down 'Cause he don't wear those boots of brown. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. He can run like a cheetah, he can fight like a bear, He can jump like a kudu, he can jinx like a hare And just like a monkey he can climb a tree, He can swim like a tiger in the Zambezi. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. If a terr's on the run or if he goes to ground, Doesn't really matter 'cause they'll hunt him down And if that terr's the first that shoots, He's got no chance against the Black Boots, He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. 'Way down Thrasher or a Hurricane, Repulse, Tangent, it's all the same, They can go where they like, do what they can, But the Black boots always get their man. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga.