Lyrics:
Hey folks, it's game day here at Lambeau field
And the world champion Green Bay Packers look armed and dangerous
It's going to be quite a game
Highly pathological
Finger-lickin' digital cafe
It was Al Packer's Legendary
Coronary Fast-food
Cannibal Bar and Buffet
Some dark night
You gonna
Highly pathological
Finger-lickin' digital cafe
It was Al Packer's Legendary
Coronary Fast-food
Cannibal Bar and Buffet
Some dark night
You gonna
Win
Packer's Pride
Packer's Pride
Packer's Pride
Packer's Pride
Aye, You better say it with your Chest
We the best (AYE AYE)
Ya gone with the wind, you
All my die hard Packer fans
It's prime time, where you at?
Prepare for battle, I got your Back
Let's put the packers on the map
With ah Lambeau leap
Once a Packer, always a Packer
Like Shakur, call me two-pack
I'm green and yellow
Green Bay, Green Bay, huh? It gets scary, Halloween days
Ej veux back packer
À faire le tour du monde
Sup
Back packer
À faire le tour du globe
Up
Quoice tu pensais
Que t'allais trouver autour du monde ha
The Packers are in the house
The NFL Champions without a doubt
Someone give us a shout
We've got cheese on our heads, drink in our hand
We're
MULE PACKER'S SONG
Brenn Hill - Red Cliffs Press (BMI)
Verse 1:
With the night comes a chill
A cracklin' fire cannot kill
There's a late spring
duckets now
Hunnit thou, up inside my bag I get stacks now
Run the town, ballin out playing for the packers now
Cashing out, run it to the bank I need my
n the state of Colorado
In the year of seventy-four
They crossed the San Juan Mountains
Growing hungry to the core.
Their guide was Alferd Packer
she tryna line me, I'ma have to smack her
No I'm not lacker
I'm a pistol packer
Bout my green no packers
I'm a pistol packer
You said that homie
Why you
Jeg gjør det så smooth drar med baggen inn
Jeg er ikke han karen du packer baggen til
Jeg gjør det så smooth drar med baggen inn
Jeg er ikke han
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy Savvy, baby
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy Bitch, I'm with the shooters
We the packers and movers No slackers, just boosters
My young life
just like a packer
Snipe in the bush just like tracker
Call me coach stick make you faster
Doing dash now it's six
In the air on the blitz
Get down in
and yellow, Green and yellow
Money green, yellow broad
Aaron Rodgers, MVP award
This is Green Bay, bitch we go hard
This is Packer Country, where ya green
goin
Zip zucchini I’m drifting off,
Top of the Cribbo he pickin em off
cheese on yo head like packer bitch
Gshytt we global I’m back wit the shits
to Chi-town, lie down, nah, never that
Packers and the Bears in the battle that never lasts
They go forever back to the days of Butkus and NInsky
was simply
make me feel like movin up north ya know
good idea
yeah i'd do it too
course then i couldn't watch the Packers ya know, the Packers are
gosh i like
ass backwards
I'm a cash stacker
Got this green on me
Ha
Packers
Oh yes I run it up
Cus the money matters
I got slappers
She got clappers
That's
Ughhh (ughhh)
Cheesehead I'm a packer nigga
Quarterbacking like I'm Aaron Rodgers
Or Clay Matt with sack 4 n****'s
Cheesehead I'm a packer
fragrance packers pack Lacoste yellow
Baby love my fragrance packers pack Lacoste yellow
Rockstar energy we gone escape to out the Hills
Never been to Buffalo
life a movie so where is my cape
Smoking that zaza bitch pass me my drank
GB enfield like the packers you aint
We got 44s like my last name was hank
bake niggas, turn 'em to batter (On God)
No time for games, don't care 'bout that chatter
I'm throwin' bullets like Rodgers on Packers (Brrr)
Ayy, ayy
I
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