Lyrics:
Ja? Kdo pa je
Kdo the fuck je Sadye Gang
Kaj
Čaki dej hitr povej ker sm zuni
Am, ja
A ti lah mogoče sporocim ker še nevem a bom fukala al ne
Ja sej
sippin' on that Al Green
I can't fully quit, scope shootin' out a red beam
I love you, you a opp, when I spin, you won't tell what you said
Ready to get
a record so relaxed that you could have your feet up on it
If the game is outlawed our dawgs is all going to Al Capone it
Albums that were wrote with
Our
born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave
I cages of convention from cradle to the grave
The weak fall by the wayside but strong will be saved
In
the teachers even more by police's
How he get that cash today his father passed away
Left him with a little somthin' 16 he was stuntin'
Al B Sure nigga with
Floatin' down the Chattahooch'
A thousand PBRs couldn't can like I can, chew, spit aluminum
U-F-O's, extra-terrestr'al, we're criminals, too
Literally
than your battery-operated boyfriend
B.O.B. don't play Donny Hathaway followed by Marvin Gaye
Followed by Sade, followed by Al Green, followed by
ho aria ma air ai miei piedi
Al collo serpenti se ti servo vengo da te
958 mi Stappo un santero
Riempirò il bicchiere e lo verserò a terra
Musica
posé avec La F, mon gars c'est léger
J'la monte en l'air comme si elle v'nait du bloc rival, de Lyon comme Abidal
Mes p'tits frère veulent faire comme
I'm from a small hood and we big on respect
You get your money up, you go big on your neck
Hit the dealership and go big on the Vette
By any means,
to his grave draped in green
Survived the 2nd intifada 3 wars as a teen
Other brother released in exchange for Shalit
Shot by Israeli sharp shooter shortly
see, for centipedes, drove thistle by the grove
To rivers green, and clovers weaved, these weary feet grow old
Harvestman! It's a harvestman. para hoy y
a bottle of good Chartreuse
The lights were green and gold, we played Latin soul
By the time Priscilla put the Al Green on
The bottle was gone
On the top
screen
Al Green had a major string of hits
And I want to be like him, in the fact, that each one was a gem
My man Mashburn is killin 'em down in Dallas
I
screen
Al Green had a major string of hits
And I want to be like him, in the fact, that each one was a gem
My man Mashburn is killin 'em down in Dallas
I
son
And the only bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun
And when my gun, busts it's over so close the curtains
My silencer's like ch-ch-ch
The story begins like a Dickens Novel, David Copperfield "I am born"
And naw nigga we all just can't get along
5996 A-L The Year of Light Illuminati
the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with
encendio se jodio hasta cuatro tragos prendete un ron que notón vamo a joder y al amanecer saco el chipi hammer que voy a meter La disco super encendia con
mic
Right on time
Yo con sativa smile
Tengo mi propio style
Me da igual lo que pensáis
Right on time
He estado un tiempo en stand by
Me ha hablado
Geld wie Beats by Dre
Ich verdeal mein Tape, denn ich rapp straighter als der Rest
Wenn du nicht gewusst hast wer der King ist ja dann weißt du's jetzt
wie Beats by Dre
Ich verdeal mein Tape, denn ich rapp straighter als der Rest
Wenn du nicht gewusst hast wer der King ist ja dann weißt du's jetzt
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
and thousand chains on, I got put up on
Ever green baggies, sellin' capsules, runnin' in classrooms
Slick bastards get C.R.E.A.M, yelling cash rule
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