Teksty:
Slick Shoes The Last Round

I wish you could see the look on your face So disgusted with the words I say I'm not trying to change your mind, come to find You're talking when you

I wish you could see the look on your face, so disgusted with the words I say. I'm not trying to change your mind. Come to find, you're talking when

Sunday school shoes and get scuffed, I put heads to bed like newlyweds Sing your rap eulogy 'cause now you're good as dead Hit the deck, once I round

brawl And all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And

it, I'm toyin' wit ya'll Young boys with no choice but to follow the rest I swallow your best, technique and tactic Couldn't last one round, be careful

't dance anymore They haven't played "Give Me Three Steps, Give Me Three Steps... yet Bought ten rounds for my buddies at the back bar Struck my last

't dance anymore They haven't played "Give Me Three Steps, Give Me Three Steps... yet Bought ten rounds for my buddies at the back bar Struck my last

get played like Sunday school shoes and get scuffed, I put heads to bed like newlyweds Sing your rap eulogy Cuz now you're good as dead Hit the deck, once I round

talk Set trip, murder at night, we stalk Yellow tape, bodies outlined in the chalk I keeps my enemies close Last night seen a life straight turn to ghost My position is to roll through round