Lyrics:
sack
While I be smoking, be making my green
Whip in the Stu, and I do make it mean
Dripping like Al, and ain't bout Green
Been on my dick so much that
debe comer de esto
Madre mire lo que echo, llamaron al artista to represente ambato
Call the big chef to make a little hustle
Entiende aki se mete chavos
Since diamond came around
Now she down with a team
[Grimm]
Now I'm down with Bobby Brown
But I love Al Green
Keep a sweet in my mouth and anotha in
Antes de time no cantes victory, you know that
que en un segundo to´se cae como un lo ride
quemando green en el spot la nota
abro la boca y el
goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
the purpose of doing all this talking
Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, boomin' drawin' LL Cool J album covers
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E.P.
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
think.
Oh by the way, which one's Pink?
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy,
We call it Riding the Gravy Train.
We're just knocked
pastilla te curo voy a mil
Modo destrucción conmigo no va a morir
Me gane el odio de todos
Por no ser uno de sus bobos
No muero si es que caigo al lodo
Hago
button
We dropped this album yeah it's really sudden
I don't give a shit about your fake judging
You just jealous bout the beats I be crushing
By the time
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
(Drop the fucking album!)
(Bro, you've been talking about this album for months, when are you going to drop it?)
(Seriously, si-six, seven months
Grass stays green
Sky stays blue
What about me
What about you
Touchin' on some mountains
Like the map is topographic
You just pulled my card
Yeah,
up for a milli
I seen Warriors fall by the achilles huh
I put my life on this
I don’t want advice on this
They can’t put a price on this
The pressure's
Thank you for tuning in with NahTheWiz
You know imma just get a couple things off my chest real quick before we really get into the album
You know
Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumblin
Piss they clothes
Scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from
bend ya back so
Under me drinks you know how me act up
Green pun de side get ready for lit up
No bother fe fight up tonight me agga
Hook 2
Tek it way
of you
Give me the green light you know I've been crushing on you
I can't say it so much I just want to let you know baby
You deserve you de you deserve
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
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