Minute after minute,
hour after hour,
sandal of boredom
got me feelin' sour.
I got sandals doin times, stop boredom like jan makin wine
Big C with mad rhymes
Don't hit me with that positive shit, I know you lyin
You really wanna stop boredom from dyin? Stop sandals from tryin
cuz I ain't really got that time to waste
and I thought I told you to get these mofo chips out my face
Lookin atchu in your grill, I might be nice to yo’ sandal
Gotta git outa hurr, fool, that’s all I can handle.
Oh holy, soley sweaty shoe,
Why can't thy day be through.
I need it to be 5 pee hem,
So that I can go home again.
To eat hot chips from Jans,
because she is the man...
Where the sandal, where the sandal, where the sandal at?
Have that jan in the cut, where the chips at?
Oh, them straps actin up?!? Where the leather at?
You better STRAP THAT if you gon wear that
Aiiyo to that sista
By Cathy and Kara