Dre Dog All Star Chuck Taylors Lyrics

All Star Chuck Taylors Lyrics

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 it its 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-aca