Lyrics:
would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
So put on your best, boys, and I'll
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
me lots
I do all for her cause she loves me lots
Nonstop yeah she loves me lots
You'll never have what I got
Favorite color, red with the green so it's
in the winter having cookouts
Smack by witch, look out
I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us
They mad 'cause we jump outta cabs,
you'll be smiling for the rest of your days around
Always at my best, and that's 'cause of you
Always calm and watch you raise me to be top notch
Love
Wala why
Wait Wait Wait Wala Why Wala Why
Wala Why, Yeah
Wait Wait Wait Wala Why Wala Why
Gotta be my best I'm obliged to
Gotta feed my family
Green Grass
Gary Lewis and the Playboys
Written by Roger F. Cook and Roger John Reginald Greenaway
Peak chart position # 8 in 1966
Green grass
Elswag
That's Me
The best can happen when your soul Cacth a spark
My father had my best interest at Heart
So I'm gone reach for the stars
Ahh haa
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
Another badman tune
Big shout to the man, Spanker
It's all about the love and blessings
You dunno the thing already, ah
oui, badgyal, je hebt
I won't
I won't I won't change for you
This who I am
I am
Do what I want to
Smokin all day with my niggas
Puffing green seeing blue
So I won't
I
show me love
I said
Green bright like Rayquaza
Blasting up Lazer
Now I feel just like Malone
While I fly by and amaze her
It was all just a dream
I'm
would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time
So put on your best, boys, and I'll
me niet dat het okay is
Ze weten van mij dat ik nooit verander
maar als ik ook kan vallen dat het logisch is
Ik doe me best, ik ben kwetsbaar
dit
I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit
Indeed, you
I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit
Indeed, you
forty seven made his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin'
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas
of rum
My bathroom floor keeps me warm
Oh I ran from lies
I know the words that come outta my lips ain't the best ones
All the things that I paint get
fuck the outcome
I'm sick and tired of rappers dissin' bootleggers
Rap for the love, not for the papers, do me no favors
I'll rock live shows
We are not afraid to love, but no new ideas
You almost get used to such things you know.
The mechanics on the phone again, we break down.
The others
wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state
the best rendition
Al Capone he sent to prison
Citizen Kane came fast and quickly
Conquering ol' New York City
Poking fun at superstition
Media became
thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life,
Well I've had just enough (time)
Ooh yeah
Ooh whoa
So put on your best boys
Baby sit it on my face can you make it giggle
She a pretty penny but she cannot get a Nickel
Cannot fall in love momma told me y'all are fickle
Jim
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