Dre Dog (andre Nickatina) All Star Chuck Taylors Lyrics

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