Lyrics:
the green leaf, cloud up
We some gangsta's makin' money, never been a scrub
Whattchu know about sellin' dope?
But the only thing you good for now is droppin'
my cheese
And it might take a while to count my green
I'm on a diet but I'm still gon eat that pussy like it's collard greens
And I'm from a city
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
Ya & fuck it if I miss the bar by a mile
Man i'm just speaking my mind
a gun, will I agree to shut him down
Cause I ain't tryin to get shot by no mothafuckin fuck
A nerd by day done had to many drinks and all a sudden crunk
to the bag like a soldier
We ready for war we gon step 'til the finish
I don't give a fuck if nobody was wit me
I'll step by myself do this shit independent
they Minaj with me
Tryna to get inside my head but this is not a lobotomy
Oh my God he just dropped an album like what the fuck you mean
Where were you
Ayy ayy, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop it radio, fuck you!
Radio, fuck you!
Ya'll don't wanna lose again
Lot of people here felt
Tonight like
Stop it, stop it hey radio, fuck you! Radio
Fuck you! Y’all don’t want to lose again a
Lot of people here tonight felt like
They lost you know why?
sucked by a nun with the soul of a whore
Superstitious like a gypsy casting a death-spell
Exhale chemtrails
Strangle you with your own entrails
14th day
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
You heard that uhh that new Loss Daze by by that Kid Bootz
Naw naw mayne I ain't heard that I ain't heard that
Mayne fuck wrong wit you mayne you
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
packed up in my four door
She look fine in person but she bad in that photo
Bitch wanna fuck on me
Cause I got broccoli
Yeah I got that green
Bitch wanna
Guess who the fuck is rapping
Y'all better not be tripping on lean
I ain't tripping on greens
Nor chasing some crime scenes
I don't got time to see
bullshit, you gon' fall in love with music
You're finna get arrested, almost fuck around and lose it
Spend days in juvy standing at the window, looking
the air
And your joints in the sky
(High ridaz)
[D-Loc]
Back in the day
When I was young growin up
I always toke buds
And I never gave a fuck
Rode around
inspired by the corner kind
Foreign ride, tints on thirty-five, trap door inside
For the stick, '95's for the kicks
Neon green, I had 'em too but was
as fuck
Runnin' through the checkbook, It's not enough
I been countin' up the green, I been winnin' Charlie Sheen all day
All day, all day, all day (Stack
Fuck out the way
All this broccoli green bread spread on my plate
Watch for my wave
Leader of the shit niggas know I steer the way
Micah the Great
to step it up big Jones without the Ja
Every day after cheese like I'm Davey Pageview
Spending every moment counting down the days till
I can fuck around
could not yet be put into words
Skip forward a year, 1995
A new album by Green Day comes into my life
I'm told "this is punk" and I dye my hair green
visit's because it would become
The topic of my day and by the
Time we spoke later that day
The argument was so amplified in my head
That I couldn’t wait
a fuck who it is
Don't let em fuck yo' paper man, please Big
Focus your mind man, do your albums, make them hot joints
Man fuck these niggaz man
Fuck
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