Lyrics:
Teddy Ted is the jewel of the Nile
The original ooh child, versatile
Eagles want to fly, rappers made to ramble
My name is Greg Nice I used to scramble
the land of the eagle for far too long
I’ve been spun wrong way round
You see New York City’s one hell of a town
I came to Manhattan with a cat on my hat
Altar Ego
Altar Ego
Altar Ego
Altar Ego
First album Foolish Greg was just practice
Then I dropped that Second Wave it was a certified classic
Double
force,gal a scream when mi touch inna the air port,haiti link them solid and its well known,eagle mi step wid annuh scare crow, demo greg
a goat (maaaaa)
Listen to me float above the people
High up like a steeple
Praise me, I am regal
Prince Phillip with the way I'm looking like an eagle
Jess ain't there
Woah
Tess ain't here
Nope
Greg's now scared
Yeah
Like where feared there
Aye
When I vibe I'd rather do that shit alone
Fuckas in my
money ah di pree then
Dawg, just gwan chase the dreams dem
Fi get rich like Greg Milli and squeeze dem
Got a car that I only drive on the weekend
of Alaska I'll write a heater
I'm just cool and rough, hoody matching my Adidas
Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle
I will make every
popular
Eyes like binoculars, I'm so Hip-Hopular
Been on the air since Greg had a Mac attack
Now they all CrackerJack, that's a fact, smell me
How can you
Eh-yo, eh-yo
9th Prince, attack like Greg Valentine
With a sledgehammer, figure 4 bodyslammer
Decrease ya stamina, verbal heart damager
I'm half
the street towards the froyo zone
Call your cat Greg on the loco phone
Jump inside a giant sparkle balloon
The houseplants know that you'll be back soon
bro Greg he a G
He told me not to let my posse abuse you, if you want a crowd all they gone do is use you
Crazy how my life changed when I hopped in
From here on out I'm choosing good over evil
Popping bottles with my people I had to put away my desert eagle
To my day ones, I'm sorry for my wrongs I
Talkin' bout he want a deal, and still ask me for a port
Bitch, that street shit, nigga, no weak shit
Eyes of eagle, nigga, I peep shit
My niggas be off,
Where your motives lay:
You stand ta ruin in many ways
By these misplaced emotions ya let Get ya led astray...
Ya gregorius!
I see Greg , be dead , me
things about to cop a few rings
And eat paper thin slices of the Blue Ling
Shoot eagles on a Jack Nicklaus course
Porsche with the triple exhaust
Seats
of Alaska I'll write a heater
I'm just cool and rough, hoody matching my Adidas
Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle
I will make every
of Alaska I'll write a heater
I'm just cool and rough, hoody matching my Adidas
Pants with the permanent wrinkles like I am Ian Eagle
I will make every
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