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that yolk and get your motherfuckin' egg cracked
Northside of Bird Streeter, Southside of Eight Baller
Posted by the green gate, cops come we scrape

Blocks on blocks, like life drills
Only greens now no pills
I got skills, balling like melo with the knicks
Shit, yeah, got it all day

Motherfuckers, no

So tell me "What you get when you mix a little red
a little gold, a little green with a little THC?"
I said, "Well tell me what you get
when you mix

Pain never hurt us got shells like a turtle
When you got a green thumb hell itself is looking fertile
Roses growing in the concrete watered by the blood

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

molested by two cops I'm off the drugs and I go hit the stew, so
I'm sleep deprived I can't process what's going on in life
I think I need time I can't

On the microphone, dawg, you've been whacked
Probably broke as hell asking the plug for a 10-sack

Smoking on that bomb shit, this that green grass
It's got me sagging

two days throught my heart
I've been troubled on this side

'Cause the holy texts belonger by something on your hands
And the angel wings forgotten

nothing)
Sub on the net and I love it they don't get no dap if I see you in public (No way)
They corny for thinking shit green like a huggies
Get out

All day, everyday all I do is worry about you
Okay I might be a little bit obsessed with you
Always wondering of what you might be up to
Green eyes

Many of the days I wanna get green, like a clover
I forget the fact that I am, I am always clothed
I'm clothed, attired, not much sleep , I get tired
My

up, it's a new day
I ain't making no minimum wage Just chasing the check, ain't no faith
Ain't no dates get the fuck out my face Too paranoid keep me

some grave encounters
I would love to show you
Back in my keiki days I heard tall tales
Of Haunted places and a few I can attest to
Watch out the Green

The 13th of July
A picnic at the river bed
Your hand fit perfectly in mine
imagine my surprise
Days after meeting you
The sea would swallow you

Hey, looking hazy
They're walking by my window, like every day
Looking good
Looking wavy
It's feeling like our street is a happening place
Ford

Way back then, we did what we did and now we're doin' what we do
In search for the good ole days to show us how to move
But great big times of our

We will gather and sing our songs
Late into the night
And all day long

Let's go down where the green grass
And mushrooms grow
Sit back feel the cool

still make records for the sky to listen to
I don't want this guy to listen too
A day without the green I turn to ly-tru
On god it's not bad to delete you

Diamonds flash like cameras
So much green on me, my pockets looking like Bruce Banner
Your bitch wanna be with me, cause I don't really mind my manners
These

check, one state:
Thinking 'bout a beat waiting on me back at my place
Every first take is my last take
Looking at the green gotta watch how the grass

Do you ever get tired of the days passing by
Everyday feels just like a bad one
Yeah You've lost sight of everything you once held so close
Like

Yeah
Gave a hand
Broke niggas they will never Understand
Turn around backstabbed nigga had a Whole plan
Did his day 1 dirt, nigga had the hoe Playing

at houses
That would never feel like home
Surrounded by the fan but I still feel so alone
(Look)
I need a mil' I need it faster
How does it feel? It's

the days of my grace n greens
N I think I'm getting low
Give the scene a shaking bones
Cuz if work is only money
Then I pay it through the nose
Though I stay