Lyrics:
to hide
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
to hide
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
what you sayin'?)
(Chorus)
Ya'll live for bitches and blunts
We live for weed and money
(repeat 8x)
(Master P verse 1)
I stack greens like cheese
blue tuxedo
Had a falcon on his shoulder
Eating chicken from his hands
And fatty arbuckle waddled by
On way to the bath house green
Frankenstein ate
pckects
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stemmed rose
Everybody Knows
Everybody Knows
Everybody Knows
That's how it goes
Everybody
I see trees of green red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds
So your soul I'm about to take
Rose petals on the bed
While I spread your legs
Chocolate sauce and ice cream
Yeah, it's time to make a mess
Fuck you
it
Diamonds and roses cos either way it’s a token
You love it when I grab it I ont want no one to have it
You throw it and I catch it got me moving
the low blows dammit
I show flows and poke ho's that's s'posed to be yours
Seein my haters in a dark alley tormented by mine
Dodgin the Tech Nine
Now here's
Candy canes and Christmas trees
Green and red
Everywhere you see
Starting to feel like
It's Christmas time
So let's bundle up
And brave the weather
to hide
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
we all just get along
Keep struggling (yeah) just to get by, oh (oh)
So many hills, mountains to climb, yeah
We should all be ashamed of ourselves
My,
You did look dapper in your mothers
Old green scarf
With your famous Auntie Aurthurs trousers on
You were slapped by that slapper
And we all
to microdose chocolate Psilocybin (yeah)
Tech just showed out when I exit blowed route
I like grilled barbecue chicken at Texas Roadhouse
(I like) hey
Back
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girl standing next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like my baseball cleats
(Eww) But hey, it was
in, born in the Bullshit
Grew up on my Chocolate Starfish booklet
And taught myself to spit on beats
Produced by Rude Kid
Who's this new kid coming
She got hat little white dress with some roses on it
Wrapped up in that smooth as whiskey southern accent
With the way that those hips have a cowboy
T-Rex, I don't eat meat
I'd rather bit into a big, red beet
Rutabaga, sweet potato, turnips and beans
Sweet blueberries, veggies and greens
You may like
I see trees that are green red roses too
I watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
I hear babies cry, I
I see trees that are green red roses too
I watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
I hear babies cry I watch
addiction in the V inhaling chocolate
Fit the sickest flow description, clips are hard narcotic
Money standing by the hobbit
We managed, ran back out
addiction in the V inhaling chocolate
Fit the sickest flow description, clips are hard narcotic
Money standing by the hobbit
We managed, ran back out
After all that money bitch I'm after all that green
Put that on my family made my mom fuckin a queen huh
Only for my blood cuz all these fuckas
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