Lyrics:
begs to become the green
Wishing that the lights will change so I can drive by
Waiting for the signs to rearrange, or must I revise my style?
Standing
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
I'm a woman so I don't have real bars
I'm a rock artist by far
Yet I'm painted a rising pop star
Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar
Yes do
it's beyond me, it really is
I guess it is, gee whiz
I guess I should have known before
I don't know exactly why it is the way it is
But gee whiz
I wish
[Intro: Mystikal]
Shit, BOO!!, Boo
Uh-ooooh!!, hah, yeah, yeah
another album motherfucker heh, heh
[Chorus: Mystikal]
Here I am, somebody said that
and in reality you're clones of me
(Y'all can't wait for my album to come out to steal something new)
You should bow to the master!
(Worship me,
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
What he say, ugh???
What he, what he say
What, what, whaaaat???
What he say??
Imma fiend for the green, by any means, I’m on life support
Yeah!
Alright man
I'm done with all this sad shit
Ha, no we're not, put your hands together
Alright, yeah, yeah!
Want to thank y'all
Love y
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
general disbelief in anything and anybody got to get
sharper now, as that lil ol young thuggish murmur
turns to unfreaky executive action on al green
Let's stay together like Al Green said
I don't fuck with you, I'll stand here til the end
So don't expect everything to turn green if can't even see
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
new ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way
Yeah I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?
This
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
Let's go down together
You'll make this better
I'm not getting high tonight
Maybe one day we'll be alright
Looking at myself like, "your so
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
people, yeah
We need to come together, look around
They made the border for the brown skins 'cause we're not allowed
Gotta get the green card for me
aiming for the ceiling floor
Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door
Niggas hate the way I
much faster now
Timeless, my childhood friend’s a father now
He got it all together, yeah, I bet his father proud
He told me “do it big”, man, I
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
What's up y'all? It's the mean-ster green-ster
This should be played in residential neighborhoods
Clubs, cars, at high volume
Get (?) wodies,
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