Lyrics:
really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
the record away... build your own green
funny?
I don't know cause he talks about his
Battle with Freeway like the four
Touchdowns he scored back in high school
You the black Al Bundy
Y'all wanna
green light
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
You ready to roll?
Tell me when you're ready to go
Tell me when
, green, green, green, green
When you look into my eyes all you see is
Green, green, green, green, green,
When I wake up in the morning all I chase is
I’m
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
up
I averted the danger
I let the critters out so they
Could all die naturally in nature
Knuckles, you are my nucka
'Cause Knuckles, you are my nucka
a sponsor
Green can't buy authentic love, loyalty that fosters
all those things conditional and end if you don’t prosper
Green can't save your soul, green
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
you are
You're not gonna ‘Lil Wayne’
Up this mothafucka!"
All I was thinking was
Since there's nothing else
To explain here, I'm done with this dude
So
green light
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
You ready to roll?
Tell me when you're ready to go
Tell me when
The sun goes up the moon goes down
The leaves are green, the leaves are brown
And all I do is dick around
I don't care what you do, dick around, I
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
Really swing and shake your pretty thing
Yeah, the party's out of sight
Sunday morning in Harlem
Everybody's all dressed up
Oh now, heathen folks
Getting
drug-addled brains
Thing-fish: (singing)
Flies all green an' buzznin'
In his dunjing of despair
Who are all o' dem zombies
Dat he fuckin' wit down dere?
Are
probably no great
Novelty for the Reverend Al Green a visit to
The white A-frame structure in the Whitehaven
District, mere shouting distance from
Elvis
On your fathers, Abraham and Isaac, before you
Indeed, your Lord is all-knowing, all-wise
Indeed, in Joseph and his brothers there are proofs, evidences,
fucking green
I get high
Toke that shit to sky
Now look at me
I can fly
Smoke that green til I die
Til I die
Die die
Now let me tell you all about green
I
So listen to Khalifa's instrumentation
While I tell you that all across the nation
Our blood still runs green & yellow
Yeah huh huh, you know what it
kill for the life of the team?
If I ever came between you and the green (that's right)
Who's the fiend? (Who's the fiend?), By any necessary means
I
You can't earn the easy coasting free pass
I see through your wine glass or red bull and vodka
You said wow me well I shocked you
By trading Al Jeff
diamonds, blue streak (are you ready?)
Dealer shades, all I see
Blue on green, blue on green, blue on green
I'm in love, drunk in love, Jay and Bey
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