Lyrics:
the green so I get higher?]
(I wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you pass me the green so I get higher?]
(I wanna know)
[Who got that fire?]
[Won't you
(Tweaker) mm, mm, mm, mm
(Yung Star on the beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I done got green from the
Yeah
co-log- nuh directly into de duo-deenum of de unsuspecting victim! now he gone see if he immune to it by e
A dab hisseff!
(singing)
Flies all green an'
kat trash
I dont know these bad bads
I dont owe these bads
I dont know these bad bads
Kundulini focused on the riches
Gased up by the hustle but iam
on a
Higher plain like Al Green
Now I mean, ay ay, they hear when I talk
Got that white girl and that
Green lady like Fairmount park
And this nigga think he G
I
Blast Off
Hold up wait wait wait
Blast off
Take off
Blow it up
Yeah baby
Deep south boom bap by DJ Green
Let's go crazy
Blast off
Take off
Blow it
Stacking Green Like Ben (Cash)
Stacking Green Like Ben (Lettuce)
Stacking Green Like Ben (Cabbage)
Stacking Green Like Ben (Ciabatta)
Boy your
groceries are divided by weight and stored in glass jars (yeah)
Got my reusable bag
That swag, my flex, my flag
Zero waste, that is my jam
Save fuel
straight fie!
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed
Who got that hydro
Who got that light
straight fie!
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed
Who got that hydro
Who got that light
Wayne (ah-ha)
Batman, tutto Balmain (seh)
Pila di cash il mio green pass
Io Sinatra e tu Fontaine (brrr)
Ho appuntamento con mezzo milione
E c'ho il
GREEN ANACONDA
by David Williams 1986
GREEN ANACONDA, GREEN ANACONDA—
Am
The biggest snake you've ever seen—GREEN ANACONDA, GREEN ANACONDA.
Am
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the workers home
Pay for your freedom
Or find another
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
Green grow the rushes go
The compass points the workers home
Pay for your freedom
Or find another
nights down by the sawmill
We sit and talk, her hand in mine
Country green, do you know what I mean?
She's true and pure like country green
Country
One call yea that's all
Then I'll fall through
I like al my weed green
Hunnids all blue
I'm gone I'm gone
You was on too
I hang wit them Gs
So don't
cars on the street
Hiding from an unrelenting heat
Sun is climbing out from underneath
Lighting up and roasting tired leaves
Green to gold, going
got no home
Bowling Green, hey
Good old Bowling Green
I wish I was a bumble bee
Flying through the air
Take my true love by my side
Touch her
Nigga I would die for this shit
I ain't think id ever be alive for this shit
Used to want friends by my side
Now I'm realizing
People leave you out to dry
the bag
Count up the green
Count up the bag
Count up the green
Count up the bag
Count up the green
Count up uhh
Foul play foul play
Drive by shots hit em'
How could a bus make such an impact, in fact
It's actually made my mind intact
On my way to university, searching the
Horizon on the green express,
who they are
And I know they ain't gon' like it but it's quite alright
I ain't need no one my whole life, and I done alright
I can do bad by myself,
Ever since I was a child
I've turned it over in my mind
I sang by that piano, tore my yellow dress and
Cried and cried and cried
And I don't
keep adding by itself until the day
That you know what you wanna
And i know that I wanted it too
But I don't know if it's for good
So, little green I
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