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in my regular voice...

SCENE EIGHTEEN
A LITTLE GREEN ROSETTA

CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little
daddy on teenage love
He got ??? to my tape by see nigga Dub
Got his dome in a hug, muffed his broad back with one hand
Tried to pop, it must've been
Clue

Catch me in Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep for them real niggaz, I'm winnin' in California
Winnin' in Tennessee, hands down Atlanta
Landslide Alabama,
money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white now how much you tryna pay
Lets go!

Today was a good day hope I have me
wrist, look like a package of piss 
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray 
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day 
They could put it on my wrist,
fucking knot split
Grab the green from Al by showing him hot grits (no one)
Ain't nobody iller than me

It's the Mr. Fuzzy from the 313
No one, no one is
every hour puff the Al Green
Hop in the car, drive the 3-D
Blow down the windows, raise the P-be's
Parents, they roll up, don't understand we
I
money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white now how much you tryna pay
Lets go!

Today was a good day hope I have me
money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white now how much you tryna pay
Lets go!

Today was a good day hope I have me
rollin' the dice, baby
Uhh.. either you go crash-and-burn
Or wake up in the morning with cash to earn, tiga
Check it homie get good with me
If just I can
nobody do it like us
Sunday morning play Al Green, make pancakes and watch cartoons
Sometimes get to change that scene, catch a plane and see somewhere
loud six feet my ego grow
Shawty grip it both hands letting off my eagle low
Bust it back and forth there's no remorse
I win of course I'm in
You
a thing-thing
Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng
Fuck ya brains out hold when Al Green sings
When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling
You died
brains out hold when Al Green sings
When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling
You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it
I got the next bitch
than your battery-operated boyfriend

B.O.B. don't play Donny Hathaway followed by Marvin Gaye
Followed by Sade, followed by Al Green, followed by
You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid
Ain't nothing changed, still "Party and Bullshit"
We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme
You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid
Ain't nuttin changed -- still _Party and Bulls***_
We used to +F*** R&B B****es+ and see who rhyme
You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid
Ain't nothing changed, still "Party and Bullshit"
We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme