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Posse in effect, scramble up, new rhyme |
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Big goretex, crushed down, two time |
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Rumble in the street, neighborhood shakedown |
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Emerald city posse, gonna take this town |
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Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib |
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Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tip |
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Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck |
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Punks on tip, call the boots, goretex |
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Laugh if you want, but you might get crushed |
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Walk through the dangerous hilltop brush |
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Bullet-proof, steel-toed, down to kick butt |
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Roughin' up character who drop weak cuts |
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One twenty five was the price tag on 'em |
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Cool brothers buy 'em, even though they don't want 'em |
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Style is a must, but the style is rough |
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China beach boots couldn't crush more stuff |
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Strap 'em down, lace 'em up, get in the bucket |
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Reach for the tongue, pull it out, then tuck it |
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Ten pound boots could destruct all comers |
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My whole posse wears them fort lewis runners |
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Death to a white pair of nikes - sound effect |
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Kickin' over big motor bikes - sound effect |
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Steppin' over puddles in the hood - sound effect |
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Girls laugh, but you know they look good - sound effect |
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Waffle-like prints in the snow - sound effect |
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Pulverize punks when we throw - sound effect |
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Salute to the group in the booths - sound effect |
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Bow, and we kick you in the snoot - goretex |
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Hollow-point nine, to the boots, ricochet |
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Leavin' mud prints when i romp in the rain |
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Draw black scars on the new gym floor |
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Pimps like to wear 'em when they kick them whores |
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This is it baby, big shiny black boots |
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Runnin' over punks like iranian troops |
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Trample, crush, hittin' like a dump truck |
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Jump in my face and a size twelve get stuck |
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In your butt, 'cause you wanted to box |
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One-two punch and the goretex drops |
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On your toe, your brother got caught |
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By goretex boots from the goretex shop |
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Git it! |
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Posse in effect, scramble up, new rhyme |
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Big goretex, crushed down, two time |
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Rumble in the street, neighborhood shakedown |
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Emerald city posse, gonna take this town |
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Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib |
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Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tip |
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Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck |
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Punks on tip, call the boots, goretex |
