Lyrics:
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
probably no great
Novelty for the Reverend Al Green a visit to
The white A-frame structure in the Whitehaven
District, mere shouting distance from
Elvis
backwards for, "Fuck them damn niggas"
Buck them damn triggers
You charge us, bodies fill up them damn rivers
'Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper
Far over the high mountains and walls of fog, crowned by the River you may find Her... the great, green plane that is my land, I also think of Her when
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
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
king
Riots, gimme ya head and i'mma fry it
Try it, i just might be the nicest you ever saw or seen
Cats are jammin like mitch green, more albums than al
with a scribble, now I'm flowing a river
She say my heart cold I'm naming my son December
Whitney died night before the Grammys, damn, what a memory
in my shades in my blueones
gotta pair with the studs like donna's
light green lookin just like niners
sum say das my house like rond rall
doors open
in a fiery light
Our school backyard were full of hills of great heights
I'm taking Lakes and rivers trees and Tonga green blue and white
I jumped
(Quincy tell 'em)
Everybody's asking, "When the album's coming out?
What you rapping 'bout? What's the album called?
Who you got on there? What
a piece of large bait
To jaws you getting Shark-Kesha'd
A grave robber, robbin' bodies for Al Qaeda
Still surround you with so
Much Watts around you
You
esibirsi,
non sapeva stare al mondo, quando vivere è sbancare
e poi era didascalico.
Solo i bambini, lo guardavano stupiti
ma quando capivan che non era
everyone needed you
I went east of the river like my name was al green
Soul cleansed from what I smelt, what I felt, what I seen
Galaxy protectas in
bange Bitches bis zur Steißbeinfraktur
Crime-Time, Drive-bys, mein Life
Hat mehr Highlights als die Skyline bei Night-Time
Letzter Step 'ne eigene
the river of dreams
To snatch em up and to manifest em
And to start a movement from a sliver of means
Metamorphosing into a receiver and giver of green
As I
golfin' with my Callaway's
Or watchin' football, word to Joey Galloway
Take a shower start singin' like Al Green
From outside, it probably sound like
bargained for
Six-pack weasels pumped up by their own press releases
Till the capital ceases
Ain't no difference tween black and white
Except the green
a hundred Bodingles a feature
I've got independent, don't fuck with no Vevo
I'm keeping the toolie wherever that we go
I'm off of the bean, sipping Lean by
I wasn't born by the river, but a change gotta come
Thought you was heaven sent
My therapist, the one I vent to
Tough times, while I grind
Advising me
put his ashes in my pen
I'll make sure my next album your rap
Name and chart higher than you kid
Mr blue Jean Face, corduroy, overalls
Hunter green
you get it
What competition to relish the competitions my relish
I eat them with my side of greens
cnyhow any means
Many things to oversee I oversee
in my shades in my blueones
gotta pair with the studs like donna's
light green lookin just like niners
sum say das my house like rond rall
doors open
out the shop
Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top
"Strictly Business" is the album that we play
"You're A Customer"; the pick of the day
Now there's
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