Dre Dog - All Star Chuck Taylors Lyrics

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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 villian

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's keated to the ceiling

I was like yo how that happen?

Chuck taylors down gotta keep on rapin

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 the freaky 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 dont have muscle buy the punk gear in the tuscle

no love or passionate, blow weed in the face of the badest chick

yet spin like a cd, I try not to get sleepy

on the grind when it's creepy, street gods wanna teach me

pocahantes makin money for me bustin in the tee pee

My All Star Chuck Taylors, they lace like the mayor

street ball court player

rapinfied 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 itits the god of Khan

Chuck Taylor down like the Ramidan

catchin feeling, you got a scheme homie what you dealin

man the bathroom tinted

with the blunt wrapped dope in it

Its like Popeye with his spinach

run around like you playing tennis

and you still aint 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 like a linebacker

i got a gift like a blind jacker

put a whole new six packer

at south pole with the lock jaw

in the kitchen with the rock raw

you remind me of cocaine and do these thangs

man its the shitty dope dealer

dirty worm catapilla

weed 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 u 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 TaylorsAll 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