Lyrics:
on duty
Ntwana my life is a movie
Lately my chain ineruby
First class got a nigga smelling like Luis
I got the coco, hit up my plug and he loco (Coco loco
yeah
And then you used my pride I'd confide
Dewey eyed Open wide
Hit by Friendly Fire
Had no preconceptions when you
Loved me to the max
Fell for your
of you-know-who
Isn't it nice to know
That good will conquer evil?
The truth we all believe'll by and by
Outlive a lie
For you and
No one mourns the wicked
the quills from tequila
I'm down with the green eyed brother named Erick
Charlie how you rate this? (hmm, jam like Bo Derek)
I'm deeper than a valley, peace
and screwed
I got the livest crew
I'm doin numbers every summer man I got to do
Pots and pans when I do my dance
See my pants they come from France
Bitches
I remember best
Was grey-haired old Patch Eye
And the stories that he'd tell me about
His younger days as we
Watched the ships go by
He'd talk
niggas from a distance like hawkeye
Push a nigga to his death like it's fall guys
Puttin in work with my green like I'm popeye uh
The aftermath of all
these
Diamonds ain't real or somthin', ha
All of this shoutin' gon' get
Me killed for nothin', ha
Nigga fuck that I'm gon' ball 'til I fall
From Calton by
you figure you was gon cross
That pretty blue eyed-green eyed
Country voodoo creole female
Now you reaping what you sow
Cause I'm ??? you
And my
the golden bough
In the shelter of your sacred bower
As the green man waits upon his hour
Listen to the song again
As Robin and his merry men
We feel the earth
canteloupe little old maid
A big black berry inside the cool-aid
A bass guitar a old fruit jar
A green canteen and a chocolate bar
Cannonball baby doll
nigga
I grow trees, niggaz know me, for bein' low key
That hustler from A.C.
I'm steady shittin' on hoes, Grand Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit
trees, niggaz know me, for bein' low key
That hustler from A.C.
I'm steady shittin' on hoes, Grand Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit
Jump straight in
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
Blind man wavin' by the side of the road
I'm in a flat bed Ford carrying a heavy load
With a sweet thing sippin' on a blueberry wine
On a flat
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
I’m a lover, and a fighter
Gangsta
of track
I'm all over that
Scheme on the mind but it ain't bout the trap, might fall from the top but I don't know a Man with a better chance to bounce back
line for my set
I like to treat the industry like my pet
'Cause they love it when I'm surrounded by green, playing fetch
I'm number one, up next
So fire
slapped her vein and spat out three months clean
Don't pretend you know me man just cough up something green
The girl on the street was once somebody's
cradled in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, behind the gun
And signal for the crack of dawn,
About the drought I weather, now I could do
Something that amount by other
Routes life finds (Yeah)
(Ooh ooh) I'll fall in love
With the world again
(Ooh
jeans
White polo, and gray Vans for green onesies
I wouldn’t have believed this shit myself
I had to talk to the prison psychiatrist
When I got here i
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