Lyrics:
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
to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose
Putting down pressure you
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
I ain't the greatest?
Whole team standin' in the green
This shit look like we been been mowin' lawns
Court side at Staples, you would think that we
Part, das war's mit mei'm Game (ah)
Ich hate mehr als Sido auf „Ich hasse dich“, ihr habt mich so gemacht
Es ging bergab, doch ich steh wieder auf,
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
watch up like pbc
network like bbc
Now get high with the cbd
That’s the thc
Your all Visavis
Where’s the album at tbd
You get shot like it’s cod
I’m Too
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
with the business suit
(Gimme the loot)
Pockets overflowin’ and I still rob you (Heh)
Just copped the Wu-Tang album from the Feds
Now I’m ridin’ round,
what's that fucking insane man
But that's what they fucking say man what chu mean that's what they say man
Military green rush on you through the forest
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
I remember camping in Green Valley Campground
And Chris Joyce played me Run DMC's "Tricky"
It was the first rap song I ever heard
And I fell in
See mails on the e mail
Got the green before they see Hell
Goin' hard like a shemale
You know what I mean
Get it? Goin' hard like a shemale? Shit
In
please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just
please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just
Davis
Let's add Al Green, folks I miscalculated
Now it's Ludacris time, "Move - get out my way bitch!"
A rapper's rapper, the kid can do this
To you
Hmm hmm yeah
You best believe that I'mma hurt you
My outfit Im totally covered in purple
The green shoes the pink laces
I am the best around you
a threat that's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with
Benji, Benji
Yeah, uh
If the paper ain't green can't trust it
I'll move on fast
Ain't nothing
Trying to go score for score
With a man like me
You
Yo, hold on I think i'm getting a phone call, Yello
Yo wassup so i got the new album dawg
Another? Green Stitches was a success, and you coming back
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
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