Lyrics:
speak to me like Hugh
All my baby see is green i got her singing the blues
Rounding round MLK up in the street light
Where you see the same fiends up
spit it for the lords, and the for the folks
and for the crips and for the bloods
Im like an american dream
Role to the green, with the souls
rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
and lies both spray together
My mind scream like Al Green "Let's Stay Together"
How could a nigga be so scared of change
That's what you hustle for, for
Warriors put 'em on a
Higher plane like Al Green
Nah'mean - - they hear when I talk
Got that white girl and that
Green lady like Fairmount Park
Any nigga
tricked betrayed
As i count down all the times i listen to Jay-z renegade
As i count down all the times and hesitate
I count down the times im stepped on by
been hitting
It would fund a tour... yea yea
Know she gon' stay one night
But Im gon' make her want more
No
Need
To
Ask
We
Al-
Ways
High
Roll
One
Smoke
You're welcome
To step on by
One day, one day, one day, one day,
I might be the one to make you cry
Ha, Yeah
I'm sittin on swole
Dre and King Tee
Rankin Road
North of Greens
Yea
Lets take it back to White Gate Lane
When life was so simple, man but how things change
Momma off of brain surgery
he thought it was sweet then, now he see I don't pretend
Yeah I took his soul, he got offed like the weekend
Used to live in a crack house, I felt
the dollar sign, I thought I told you niggas
I learned the game by watching Diddy and clocking Hova figures
Dinero here to set the tone this shit is motion
Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the Kurt Blows
Mase got something to say and it goes
(Maseo is rocking on the radio)
Now I think we're talking 'bout
Eat the Al Greens, won't sniff the Kurt Blows
Mase got something to say and it goes
(Maseo is rocking on the radio)
Now I think we're talking 'bout
Supports
In her torso is my dorsal fin
Ya
Inner torn soul like a swords in it
Sinning foreclosed my home in heaven
Now the storms come forth
Who conforms
watched by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit' gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch? We kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
Lay down for me
Drownin' in your water, let it rain
Who you know gon' take it like me?
Trap nigga, fuck 'em to that Al Green
Pussy water, he go
said she want that paper
Pop pussy like she workin'
Damn, a nigga finally famous
Rari by the Benz, I'm swervin' (skrr-skrr, skrr-skrr)
Fuck rap, I
scheme would eat large, nigga
Keep it on you, fuck the feds
'Cause every team hit hard, nigga
Al Green at the barbeque
Turn on that pocket get shot up
(Make some green tea)
Red' nicht von Peace dann von Hasch, nicht von Frieden
Hier draußen ist Krieg, ja
Ich tanz' mit dem Teufel, ja
Sie tanzt
Comme l'album du papa d'Adonis
Sur l'côté comme si j'tape un corner
Prochaine porte qui cache un stop
Métropole, j'ai peur de la syncope
Nique un
Laugh now, cry later as you look at the sun
If you live by the sword
You'll probably die by the gun
Laugh now, cry later
Why you hanging your head?
through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen, that made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end
on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen, that made him religious?
Was it the drugs -- put an end
ride out
Oh lord, four boys, in a four by four textin' four whores like.. (Woooh)
Back to this ride shit
Liph on his passenger side shit
You know
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