Lyrics:
King)
So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
To one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
You got the number one spot, really think you hot
care less what u say
Bitch No talking to me
Me key aye it's by any means
I'm gettin that green
I'm packing em out cuz I need the cheese aye
I really
that tear, and then you hug her
It's all greens at the red light
Man fuck those stickers on ya bumper, aye (on ya bumper)
Yuh, man fuck those stickers
„I only recall Jeremiah's warning of false prophets
They fill you with false hopes
They speak visions from their own minds“
Gotta killin' 'em,
show you where this dirty shotgun goes
Mad like six green mean joe's
If i'm a little crazy i think it already shows
Because i talk about anything that
green
I took a step back just to marvel
At all of my blessings
I’m stuck in a moment of peace
Immune to all of my stresses
Surrounded by people I cherish
Collar green like a rottie next door
I really wonder
It's ya boy Roy!
And if you wonder if the raps straight plunder like Columbus did
Outnumber ‘em
mgani via Paypal
Magne bari neyi thembayo
Ai thengi sa ini?
Si'bhemani
Green shandies that's Kwesta
Last album sounded like the best off
The best
They took her to Elizabeth Taylor to dry clean
The lone seamstress, who was schemin' on Al's Green
You know they shoot for the stars and buck wild
don't make you hella green
It Just makes you hella green
And I've been feeling heavenly
Ever since the day I picked up my pen and started to write my sins
right out the door
Sure
Hey, player
Sign your waiver
Might beat you in like you was a crater
Have you walkin' round back bent like IGOR off that album by
I want Benjamin Franklins, but I'm cool wit some Jackson's like Michael and Tito
Always knew you was corny, frito
Niggas be green on a daily, shego
Artist: Ray, Goodman & Brown
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Heaven In The Rain -1981 - 4:19
LP/CD: Stay - Polydor 1981
Composers: D. Thomas,L.
the fifth eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for self
New album the twenty fifth so you better mark your calendar
Shout out Drive By
Og's remember
I keep on grinding
Until my pockets are fatter than ceelo green
Now I'm back in the hood
Surrounded by fake people I can't trust
Wake up in
waiting for these albums
Made a deal with the devil for this outcome
Listen all I know is
You's a, you's a, you's a, you's a
All I know is
You's a, you's a,
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
me a new blockbuster deal/
For a n***a to live/
Its gon take shady 4, 5 maybe 6 mil/
I done did 6 albums n***a/
This s***s real/
And now you
like a row with a mounty
Or an alchi' driving his Audi to Saudi
Or Bush and Blair making
Rap albums about peace
You're ready for the rumble
Heading for
as a wild boar
We'll do an album, pick a tour, while you hangin' at the liquor store
You know how we get down
(Kick it over here)
We show no fear, that's how
Steppin' of of that lear, diamonds on me so clear
Dime hoes that I share, y'all couldn't go near
I say, pussy nigga I dare, you try and reached
And when it turn rival
You go against the Bucks like
Phoenix in the finals
Don't lose your congregation by
Preaching to the Bible i'm in the zone
My friends
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
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