Lyrics:
Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't
I fiend bub full of green shrubs
And mushrooms, I bust rooms, open a custom
To float across the ocean with verbal motion the notion is boasting
I'm
from the past, eyes glow red, heart freezin
Days faded, nights faking love while I'm fucking a 10
Forsaking sacred thoughts of her and I back then
God,
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
on a brand name
But any day it's OE over champagne
I'm talking shit for my fan's sake
I give a fuck who can't relate I'm Erick landscape
I paint
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
just a thought
As the days went by it actually started to kinda count
As a thought turned to an idea that idea turned to a plan
Next second on a plane
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
I'm so fucking late
I'm so fucking late
Once again
I'm way too fucking late
Another day goes by and yet I'm fucking late
Oh bossman give me a fucking
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
money's light green and my Jordans light grey
And they love to see white now how much you tryna pay
Lets go!
Today was a good day hope I have me
show you where this dirty shotgun goes
Mad like six green mean joe's
If i'm a little crazy i think it already shows
Because i talk about anything that
in the rain, the dirt just left a stain
But I know this won't fade away
All and all it's through
I defined albums by you
Someone I barely knew
All
count cash for a livin` (beotch, BEOTCH!)
[Chorus]
Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito
to sleep
I'm bag chasin, it's always a Green Day for me
And as for them they walk the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Things just always came together, when it
Yeah
Album got me trippin' off the hits a youngin made
Now I got like twenty bands busting out the wraith
Remember I was living in a place that
wrist, look like a package of piss
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day
They could put it on my wrist,
the morning just to ride with ya', yeah
This feel like a rebirth, another day on this green Earth
I couldn't ask for much more man, shit could be worse
of fear and dissension
Fuelled by anger and hate
And rage and disdain
And any other definition of the word wELCOME
Can i get a "c"?
And if you hit me
see
Time is crazy shit flies by
Now you're sitting traumatized
Like green tape finished in a day?
Maybe 2 but who's to say
Depending on them features
I smoke weed
But my momma knows
I did coke one time
And tried to get it out my nose
Now I'm a fiend for that green
Thick bitch like some heavy starch
that's that Green Day
Far from weak, a young black history month
Heralding good news
Mild sauce jumping out my wing tray
House on vinyl, money kinda vital
take the green by a automobile machine, for
That thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine.
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream. Swinging
to my ass
Every day, me and Mary Jane
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel
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