Texty:
Little Boots Other

Woke up in a big white bed in the sun, in the sun Looking down on Jesus posing with a friend or anyone So we went for some breakfast, coffee and tea

little man over here in Vietnam I ain't, I ain't never seen Bless his heart ain't never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder Boot camp we

to do So little time a nigga really got to do it in Man, I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots From the minute nigga step outside Nina Ross on

I gotta get him That's how it is in the motherfuckin streets Motherfuckin check your nuts and try to play a nigga weak But I got a little news for your ass Here's a little

stop, listen to me Everybody fuckin with the O.P.D Slingin cocaine, knockin it off Killed some nigga, and he never got caught High-speed chases everyday Can't make no money no other

" They might as well just ship him off To some other school, plain destitute Just a little too guilty Just a little too soon But that day was just like any other

Jack-o-lanterns Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts 'Cuz we're dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source, yo They never should've booted me out

Yes, it's me, the BIG Competition ripper ever since thirteen Used to steal clothes, was considered a thief Until I started hustlin' on Fulton Street Makin' loot, knockin' boots

into it I'm just tryin' to give you a little hint for your own benefit 'Cuz then it's gonna get to the point Where it escalates into some other shit