Lyrics:
cool but don't relax when it come to cheese
We by the pool but don't get water on my shirt please
My '61 is clean, there ain't a spec on my seats
Stay
it, feel it
Bone it, own it, yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper, chase it
Get that money, yeah, yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then
off, take my tip
Get it off, take my tip
You can't give all you have to take something back
Before she'll put you right up on the rack
With some others
There on your face, it's worth the wait
Hang the mistletoe by the fire's glow, put the angel on the tree
Light a candle in the window just for me
bit, before I push your wig back
Chef stop waving that, show him where the paper at)
Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary
Put down
let you slide like it's cool (that ain't something, that ain't)
Nigga, hell nah, fake the truth (yeah, yeah)
Play by rules (yeah, yeah)
Play with you
And changing things
Like leaves
I remember leaves
Green as spearmint
Crisp as paper
I remember trees
Bare as coat racks
Spread like broken umbrellas
it, feel it
Bone it, own it, yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper, chase it
Get that money, yeah, yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then
I go on the stage
Ah, you've seen me in the papers
I've been in the magazines
But if I go cold I won't get sold
I'll get put in the back in
that chow. Eatin' it later. Totin' it now.
Look at them lunch toters, ain't they funny, some use a paper sack, some use a gunny
Them food frugal lunch
Yeah, ayo
Ayo
I put the feline in my hair, looking like a chia pet
And you know they getting green, if a flower on their neck
If a flower
to put
You six feet deep
But compliments of me, it’s free
Murder dead red ‘em to the
Tie ‘cause I fed him
Human meat in my Cutlass wrapped
Up in wax paper
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
repent
For message never sent, now
Hello, stranger
It's been a minute since we last kicked it
By the way, just got in town
That I won't let cumulus
back, now shake it up
Put it on the table, now break it up
Give it to me, now put a lighter on the end of it
It really don't matter what you spent
what
Bein' swallowed by them city lights
Ball till I'm benched then I put it on the pimp f&f u-p ugk fo' life
[Chorus]
wanna shout
I wanna scream 'til the words dry out
So put it in all of the papers
I'm not afraid
They can read all about it (Professor Green)
Read all
that trey on thangs
That's how them gangstas do it, we get our green in bricks
We put our green in ***, you spend your green on chicks
I'm on some
again, I've been born again
In His spirit, and His name
I'm sanctified!
Lord I testify
He's right by my side
I believe it be
His word is so clear
When 16 ain't enough
It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
When 16 ain't enough, having a dope beat, dope idea
16 bars ain't enough!
How
Grandpa put down the paper,
Staring in disbelief.
Jed had always been good to him.
Never gave him any grief.
The moral of this story
Is try not
1998, Dogghouse Records steps on the scene
Unlike any other record label, we plan to get green
And keep it clean and stay oh, so mean
So rough, so
Sam I Am, down with the program
Green Eggs and Ham, Yosemite Sam
Come Halloween, you know I come strapped
I throw it at a sucker, "k-pap"
You made
Too bad the only money he's got is coming in
Colored American green.
You know it's worthless paper you can spend or save
Go ahead and count that
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