Lyrics:
could not yet be put into words
Skip forward a year, 1995
A new album by Green Day comes into my life
I'm told "this is punk" and I dye my hair green
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
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
over everything a blessing from God
Rappers wanna play with it like we gone let y’all
LeBron James on the microphone pass me the ball
Representing Hip
the sell-out
You gotta get an album out, you owe it to the people
We're so happy we can hardly count
Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart?
the sell-out
You gotta get an album out, you owe it to the people
We're so happy we can hardly count
Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart?
by friends and family at a few small shows
We put together here in Memphis TN
We had a lot of fun creating and dreaming
We learned a lot from the work
around the beat I make 200 pounds look real nimble
The passion overflowing it don't ever dwindle
That's why I write albums without a hesitation
Need more
of the new album;
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur,
We can get this green together we can count up all these bands
Like a fortune teller I can tell our futures up ahead
And I see good signs theres
[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!
If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!
eating and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers
I'm smoking everywhere I go
(No sticks, no seeds, just Al Green)
I always gotta keep one rolled
(I keep that, need that, got that)
I'm blowin' every
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
This Hollywood Stel
Shit, got albums for free
And got albums for sale, ya
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci
i'll always remember
The summer together
All great our greatest hits and our problems
Couldn't even fit in one album
Features from all your friends
performing it in schools, that I do not condone smoking. Guitars on this track, and on three other tracks on the album, are by Daniel Tan, my long-time
seven zero days
To hear rumblings about this dude
First time y'all were together heard through a Venmo request
Trace the steps, figured out It'd been
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
just green,
Have you seen the chart?
It's a helluva start,
It could be made into a monster
If we all pull together as a team.
And did we tell
try and tell them, we're all in this together
My album was raw, because no one would ever
Think like I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, then
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,
[Ice Cube]
I been servin' niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta why
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