All Star Chuck Taylors
    (专辑: Hell's Kitchen - 2002)
    
    One thing I 
despise is a 
virgin's 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 dough  I'm a 
blow fa show  You better have heat when you hang with this villian  Meaning that it's cold when I'm chillin  Catch a 
fillin  Slipped in on a 
banana peelin  I 
seen them dead on the 
floor with the 
blood skeeted 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 
freak in 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 I 
curse so much it's blasphemy  But I 
do what the 
rap gods ask of me  Have heart, have hustle  Have heart if you don't have muscle bite the 
punk's ear in the 
tussle  No love, unpassionate, blow weed in the 
face of the 
badest chick  Yet I 
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, stay laced like the 
mayor  Street ball court player  Rapid fire rhyme sayer  You be like Nicky man no fair, 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 it's the 
God of Khan  Chuck Taylor down like the 
Ramidan  Catch a 
feelin, slipped in on a 
banana peeling  You got a 
scheme homie what you dealin  Man the 
bathroom tinted  With the 
blunt wrapped dope in it  It's like Popeye with his spinach  Run around like you playing tennis  And you still ain't finished  International keep the 
party crackin like pistachios  The 
freaks got it poppin like a 
fashion show  Make a 
move with me birdy baby grab the 
dough like a 
linebacker  I 
got a 
gift like a 
blind jacker  Put a 
whole new six packer  I'm the 
south paw with the 
lock jaw  In the 
kitchen with the 
rock raw  You remind me of cocaine and doo-doo stains  Man it's the 
shitty dope dealer  Dirty worm catapilla  We collide like the 
sun and the 
moon  And I'm still trippin of that room with the 
blood on the 
ceiling  Catch a 
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 or woods 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  Left it up to ya woman man to move ya rocks  And the 
freak turned the 
spot into a 
hot box  Chuck Taylors All Stars and all stars  Make my way to the 
bar and there you are  Catch a 
fillin   Hey sister give me some of those shoes