Lyrics:
good taste cop the grams by the dozen
Now we getting baked feel the city lights buzzin
She got, good taste, put it in my face
Take it to the city fuck
[Redman (Al Green sample)]
Yeah, Gilla!
(Right now, right now, right now, right now)
Yeah, Gilla!
(Right now, right now, right now, right now)
Ladies
pretty girls
Village and city girls by the quayside
Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
Watching and waiting by the sea
Bless you,
soldier
reload smoke ya
Electricity told ya
My moms not shocked by holsters
Nor the chinky eyed cheeba chicken hawk
We smokin that Al Roker
Froze up as I
Mmm, did I see you planting seeds in the forest?
Is it for the green of the dollars?
Now don't go telling me it's for the needs of the poorest
Now
parody rap - Al Yankovich
And grab the game by the horns - Imma yank the sh*t.
I'm captain of my ship until I sink the b*tch.
On everything I had to make
born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave
I cages of convention from cradle to the grave
The weak fall by the wayside but strong will be saved
In
the city
Now
You real fly wit that nice lil skin out
Had to get the migo and a bottle of the hen out
I knew the play was green and it was all gon crack
You
for a Conversation
About Overcoming tough situations
While Overshadowed by our reputation
Da Yo
1 Body in a week my city crazy
2 bodies in a week my
A city freeze
Get on your knees
Pray for warmth and green paper
A city drought
You're down and out
See your trousers don't taper
Saddle up
pullup by ten
Like Cheque
Men mount o
We be like ten
We no dey like green bottles o
No gimmi beer
Trap nigga
We only dey smoke loud o
No cigar
Shay you dey
the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with
by lush green palm trees and the sound of chirping crickets at night. He spent his days playing with his friends, climbing trees, and exploring
for that chedder
I'mma tryna tell ya niggas scheme
For that green paper
Hommies killing hommies over fiend paper
Hommies killing hommies over leaned
a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy, say you rowdy
I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy
If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)
I'm
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
green lights
All green lights
All green lights
All green lights
Beaten by the ocean
Golden, Ibuprofen
To get you going
To keep you going
A major lift
I've been walking by the river
I've been walking down by the water
I've been walking down by the river
I've been feeling so sad and blue
I've
You could turn it up
'Cause you know we hold it down
Gotta burn it up
If you coppin' by the ounce
See me in your city?
Zillas in your town
We just
Money team all I see is green
Ima $ fiend
Never worship a bill
Walk a road hit the lottery
I got money angels ima get it regardless
Im a money baby
green
I was down on my dick all alone by myself
And still fuck a bitch she ain't making me better
Ain't the same I been feeling so different (different)
Day breaks over the city of my childhood
Daybreak over the city I called home
Where the sage met the sea and the groves were sweet and green
It's
I done used my three wishes
When it come to swishers, cut the heart
Listenin' to Al Green in the dark
Jumped in the ride with the leather coat
hot/,..cast iron bullets flying this a different pot/al green whis back to the grits/that’s a foul scene,stinch make u wanna itch/maggots turn to flys/from
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