Lyrics:
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
representamos marihuanos
Smoking the green shit , así hicimos el pacto
Con las calaveras , formamos el asalto
Muchos no creían pero seguimos en contacto
Cállese
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
with the wrong girl
Thinking don’t forget me,
Now I’m off a bottle of the henny
And I’m stressing
And the messages aint sending
And they coming up green
downstream
Hit the block hotter than them grits poured in Al Green
The cops flashin' the lights, passin' them bikes
Ask for ya rights and they beat you like
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
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
Al Green melodies for times that we need hope
Eb & Ivory mags and wine bottles on the table
Broken down caddies parked on the side, 'til they repo
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
was later it was after two.
We found a bottle of good chartreuse.
The lights were green and gold. We played Latin soul.
By the time Priscilla put the Al
on the A get bun
Drills get done by me and the guys
Dbo tryna swing for backs
He can't swing for backs, so they stay inside
Scar man's face like Al Pacino
the green of the meadow, the blue of the river
see the birds fly * yes *
but not over the top, not too much,
not too little but just perfect
*Yes* And I
green-eyed, thoroughbred pure breed
Double threat, split personality, you're fucking dead
I'm still in black like Darth Vader
I'll drape you up like
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