Texty:
Slick Shoes Fall

don't know what I would do Don't let me, don't let me fall Don't let me fall, don't let me fall Don't let me fall

what I would do. When everything is going well I rarely stop and thank you. But, when nothing is going tight I stop and complain to you. Don't let me fall

aw suki suki Want dem goody goodies? Dat's my pookie tuki G One gurl, get ya back up off tha wall Do dat matrix part but don't fall Aw naw we ain't

' But I'm callin' your bluff to see if you're really tough Show me your stuff enough Shut up, close your mouth, put away your tap shoes Your feet can

walked right up to the door. Went inside looking slick as snot with his smile so suave that the women all dropped. Bag in hand with his hammer inside it. Shoes

see that No one's competed Ooh, that turns me on Ooh, that turns me on What turns me on about you, I doubt you have a clue Sassy attitude and red bottom shoes

for a nigga to get peace Now it's broken and can't be fixed 'Cause police and little black niggers don't mix So now I'm creepin' through the fall Runnin

looking like some paper stepped up out that mother fucker smelling like jamaica when she hit me on my phone i told her meet me at the studio said she fall

a button on my vest, 'Cause tonight I've gotta look my best, Lulu's back in town. Gotta get a half a buck somewhere, Gotta shine my shoes and slick my