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Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the Kurt Blows Mase got something to say and it goes (Maseo is rocking on the radio) Now I think we're talking 'bout
Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the Kurt Blows Mase got something to say and it goes (Maseo is rocking on the radio) Now I think we're talking 'bout
representamos marihuanos Smoking the green shit , así hicimos el pacto Con las calaveras , formamos el asalto Muchos no creían pero seguimos en contacto Cállese
see, for centipedes, drove thistle by the grove To rivers green, and clovers weaved, these weary feet grow old Harvestman! It's a harvestman. para hoy y
a bottle of good Chartreuse The lights were green and gold, we played Latin soul By the time Priscilla put the Al Green on The bottle was gone On the top
with the wrong girl Thinking don’t forget me, Now I’m off a bottle of the henny And I’m stressing And the messages aint sending And they coming up green
downstream Hit the block hotter than them grits poured in Al Green The cops flashin' the lights, passin' them bikes Ask for ya rights and they beat you like
watched by gold diggers (uh) Rockin' Bejor denims, wit' gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch? We kept ours, poppin' Cristals Freakin' the three-quarter
by gold diggers (uh) Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals Freakin' the three-quarter
Al Green melodies for times that we need hope Eb & Ivory mags and wine bottles on the table Broken down caddies parked on the side, 'til they repo
by gold diggers (uh) Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals Freakin' the three-quarter
by gold diggers (uh) Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals Freakin' the three-quarter
was later it was after two. We found a bottle of good chartreuse. The lights were green and gold. We played Latin soul. By the time Priscilla put the Al
on the A get bun Drills get done by me and the guys Dbo tryna swing for backs He can't swing for backs, so they stay inside Scar man's face like Al Pacino
the green of the meadow, the blue of the river see the birds fly * yes * but not over the top, not too much, not too little but just perfect *Yes* And I
green-eyed, thoroughbred pure breed Double threat, split personality, you're fucking dead I'm still in black like Darth Vader I'll drape you up like
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