Lyrics:
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
op m'n gezin
En wat m'n zoon is
Zeg je mattie hoe het zit
Wie die ouwe van je is
Als ze vragen wie het in Madame Tussauds is
Yes track 3, produced by
We straight
Extra, extra read all about it
The Legit Ballers came out with with an unbelievable album
Fuck a truce put the side on the news
Got
on hard
I be rippin them tracks
And by the time it hit the shelves
I'll be gettin' it back!
So many niggaz playa hatin'
So I'm totin a gat
Pistol grippin',
See the apprentice is making miracles
The ceiling is rising this it is biblical
They asking where you been at that album finished y'all
I keep you
to hear the gospel from the King of The Westcoast
The VIP of the RIP - BADrecords
The greatest half man/half record label on God's green Earth
Where you
[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
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
get lit, the hoes get hit, ya know this shit
Is the hennesey life, remmy with ice
Sticky green, knameen?
We gettin high tonight
All my bitches in
the hoes get hit, ya know this shit
Is the Hennessey life, Remmy with ice
Sticky green, kna I mean?
We gettin' high tonight
All my bitches in the club
through
You already know what I'm gone do
By the count of three hit'm with the one two
This is logic not pro tools
This is peace and love I'm tryna show you
Uh
Ghetto Gospel where the cops is the crooks
And the kids is the victims and the ones getting cooked
Young niggas on the block we ain't never been
like ephesians bible on me I don't play no games
Lust pride depression you know
All them spirits getting slain
Not by my own pressure it's through
Jesus
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
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
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
[background ad libs by P. Diddy]
(Danger)
(Danger)
(Ah ah ah)
(Danger)
Today is the day we ride, you's a made your whole fucking family by
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
hoe
You gon loose your green like Piccolo
Remember when I used to sit alone
I'm not by myself incase you didn't know
Trynna get paid like a fucking
verse
I'mma hit em with the gospel
Ever since a baby, ask my old lady
My first four words was, fuck you, pay me
Off bitch that's word to Bobby
If the gang spin you block
Catch a opp
Hit his top
He gon drop
Said he dead by 6 o'clock
Bitch don't run up you get
downfall
Came from the south only tryna spread the gospel
Tryna keep me quiet think I worship on the low
But that's a no just so you know
Holy Spirit by my
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Takto by som mohol pokračovať kým track neskončí
A oni aj tak stále povedia, že ma pretlačil refresher
(Ha)
To sú presne ti isti
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