Lyrics:
You got a pile of broken wishbones under your bed
And you got a hungry green eyed monster that you keep fed
And it keeps on coming over it wants you
gold shirts with red lights
Sponsored by Dial soap and a Heineken
The biggest rock star gon' rhyme again
Roadie cases for eight months,
yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Mommy this a two-seater
Sit by my side
I can grab your thighs at the light
When it goes red I stop
When it
fallon,
I get the lean by the gallon,
Bitch I’m a pit I be howling,
My niggas solid as mountains aye,
Babygirl keep it a thousand aye,
Kicking it calling
another stone for you and I
cnd so the Rasta a leave home
Red, red, gold and green them save!
Red, red, gold and green them save!
Standing low, challenge
Street lights come and go
Under hazy over-glow
These red lights fade to green
I find myself lost in the scene
It might take a long time to get around
Green faces keep me comfortable
Dance on em like usher do
Stayed out all night tryna get you off my mind
Let all this cash burn but I can't waste my
Wuez with me
Let's Go
Codeine by the 4
Pour up make me double over
Long Live White 3 double 0
Chosen 1 so I keep those
Bitch my point was 4
Almost lost
hot to wear a Santa cap
I've got a bikini top that's red and green
We'll dial up our friends in snow
Shivering in their winter coats
And wrap some sun
Ruby red your heart
The only thing I'm missing
Touch against my skin I always carry seven
Green mirrors apart
I see you through my left hand
These
killas with me
Piss me off i see red, lil stupid bitch I'm coming aiming at yo fitty
Thirty-eight green dot, and I ain't missing nigga
With my white
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
reckless like I'm Itatchi
In bed with a red head, only thing is Karin is biting me
She feel the Pein of the Almighty Nut cause it's a masterpiece
She got
bleedin' call you Red Robin
Lootin'
Shootin'
My bread don't come with gluten
My bread is green you'd think it's moldy that's not what the truth is
It's green
gotta place, you should go to Sam's
You ain't gotta band hit up will.i.am
And I won't forget
They encourage people over there to eat by
Scream it sing it
they say that I'm shady
The truth of the matter
I don't fuck wit you cause you niggas Fu gazy
And that's what it is
Red bottom stiletto heavy on dat
trippin on no red or blue we out for the green
We aint trippin on no racist shit we out for the green
We aint trippin on no politics we out for the green
reading and still see
The muck on the sky of the ceiling
Please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is
Messenger is nervous it's no
the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out here in the hall
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Mister moonlight
I'm Gucci brother
Red, green, that's Gucci color
I'm living that boss life
Cause all my bitches do each other
Every day I move work Sour Diesel, Kush,
by the hole of the eighteenth green.
‘Cause I ain’t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a gun rack in the back
Jersey
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car
ground
He fled the town
He went down South and crossed the border
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder
One morning he awoke in
impatient
Let's go kick in their door and strip them naked, leave 'em stinking
No witness, no weapon, my nigga, the case is over
The reaper snatched 'em,
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