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really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
the record away... build your own green
The ambulance came right away.
Across the street, I heard him say:
"Al I got hit by a car,
You're a good friend Al, that's what you are."

Crushed like green
those witches some pasture

All you guys out there tryin' to act like Al Green
All you guys out there tryin' to act like Al Green, you're all weak
green (it's not easy)
We'll tour new york by submarine (it's not easy)
We'll scuba dive the bronx and queens
It's not easy it's not easy
car.

The ambulance came right away.
Across the street, I heard him say:
"Al I got hit by a car,
You're a good friend Al, that's what you are."
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
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
Davis
Let's add Al Green, folks I miscalculated
Now it's Ludacris time, "Move - get out my way bitch!"
A rapper's rapper, the kid can do this
To you
Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? Blow it
Artist: Ray, Goodman & Brown
Album: 
Title: 
By: 
Offset: 
 Heaven In The Rain -1981 - 4:19
LP/CD: Stay - Polydor 1981
Composers: D. Thomas,L
[Intro: Knoc-Turn'al]
Now that's cool
You know
I chill wit ch'all though a little bit
Fuck the music
I ain't give a fuck about that nigga
And he
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
[Intro: Knoc-Turn'al]
Now that's cool
You know
I chill wit ch'all though a little bit
Fuck the music
I ain't give a fuck about that nigga
And he
Telling you how music's supposed to be
Cos it's a game played by those who love celebrity
And that's not what music supposed to be
Al Green, Sam Cook
berry rockhead look
You got the al green hot grits look
You grill is made of steel and can't be real
You got that spiderman brace face been
Hit in
Like a eagle at 12 I'm ready to fly
Pager going off, the cell phones ringin'
Al green's playin' and I keep singin'
Jeans creased up with the beat up
Fountain of Love
By Al Green


As the world turns slowly
You?re always on my mind
As a friend you?re always there for me
Forever by my side
I hear
[Intro: Knoc-Turn'al]
Now that's cool
You know
I chill wit ch'all though a little bit
Fuck the music
I ain't give a fuck about that nigga
And he
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
Black and white yao
Ok la z y la l
Una vez mas junto a nuestros grandes amigos y colegas live music
Dexter and mr green dj gian

Yo soy tu dj
and buy homes like Larry
I be smoother than Tal, Sharp-ton like Al
When you ballin everybody want to be your pal
No dilly-dally, baggin up the shorter alley
ever seem to see is
BANG BANG!!

[Knoc-turn'al]
Late nights is full of led that whistles as it goes by
Murder arrives, anytime
Bullets take flight
know I'm still right in the main 
Light in the green 
I need to bug it even though I look right in the beam 
Judge find out it's my team, he boost
know I'm still right in the main 
Light in the green 
I need to bug it even though I look right in the beam 
Judge find out it's my team, he boost
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"