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I'ma die by the gun 'cause I live by the bitch How you trappin' in the field, you a bitch Stop cappin' in your songs, hit a l- (Hit a lick) White
Counting up dollars I'm counting up green What the fuck you mean I keep on getting that money, collecting that paper Like that shit be growing
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
sweet That ain't my bitch, that's just my freak I felt victim to the streets and it turned me into a motherfuckin' beast Bitch, I'm just tryna eat She
each new season side by side with you You can plant your seeds in the spring, I'll harvest every word We'll learn the songs of Mother Earth from
be my last song Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street Smokin' white boys, bumpin' dopefiend beats Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight,
for the green grass Better wear tinted lenses, if you look at my clean ass Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon
why It's not necessarily because you're lazy But because of what's engraved in your brains by those crazy Commercials and advertisements from
much thinking MC's are blinking the third eye When I pass by Mackalicious got the sweet potato Fried for you motherfucker I touch the microphone i do
him Though he played so sweet and high They knew he had never Been on the TV screen So they passed his music by I meant to go over and ask for
to pass it on Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
And the turntables turn and that Al Greens plays I see my mother's afro, as mama taps her toes as she rolls her J's And my papa just left the house, in search
a loose body and soul This dream is so deep how deeper is your sound of woman So I wrote this song, to send with love and my devotion How weird and so sweet
- it's all a dream of ideal days. The song was inspired by Georges Bizet's L'crlésienne Suite No 2, especially the first movement Pastorale. When
meet And They wave back to me And blackbirds call so loud and sweet From ev'ry green wood tree Val-eri, val-dera Val-deri, val-dera Val-deri,
Smooth talking rabbit with a habit for the green I've been scaling peaks seeing things you've never seen You be out there stuck in your days I'm
So they passed his music by Me I meant to go over ask for a song Maybe put on a harmony I heard his refrain as the signals changed He was still
to their beautiful song Are we the reason the birds don't sing anymore The grass ain't as green as it once was The bees' honey ain't as sweet as it used
him Though he played so sweet and high They knew he had never Been on their T.V. So they passed his music by I meant to go over and ask for a song
him Though he played so sweet and high They knew he had never Been on their T.V. So they passed his music by I meant to go over and ask for a song
babies in your hands And the old man playing checkers by the trees Mac Arturh Park is melting in the dark all the sweet green icing flowing down Someone
babies in your hands And the old man playing checkers by the trees Mac Arturh Park is melting in the dark all the sweet green icing flowing down Someone
that mansion by the bay, and everybody see how Swing karate with that dim sum say hello like ni hao Liu Kang with them kicks to yo' stomach And you gon
of her and sadly I was told My sweet Cailin of Henry Street was taken by the cold Her beauty overcame me her sadness broke my heart From the moment that I
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