Lyrics:
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
hot/,..cast iron bullets flying this a different pot/al green whis back to the grits/that’s a foul scene,stinch make u wanna itch/maggots turn to flys/from
I been thinking bout chasing green
Since a young nigga hung around a old head
But I never was a dumb nigga
Nigga tried to send me off
Tried to second
like it’s tradition
C-notes, In the Casino
We mobbin’ like Gambino
All we see is that green
C-notes, In the Casino
Cocaína Al Pacino
Contando quel
Jurka, ah, yeah
Es ist Juri, Feinde wollen mich tot sehen, Makiaveli (ja)
Dress ist Prada, Fendi, Drive-by-Shoot, Impala Chevy (frrt)
Sunny,
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
berry rockhead look
You got the al green hot grits look
You grill is made of steel and can't be real
You got that spiderman brace face been
Hit in
Ima swing by yo way
Let's go to Sombreros
Put your card away
All drinks on me tonight
It's Friday
Take a shot for the week you had
You a survivor bae
craps
Al Green in the Back like yea
I'm gone already
Didn't say that I'd be going
But my time was calling
By now you'll be knowing
That I'm gone already
answered by a State with Fascists
Racist state actors
And arms manufacturers
Free Palestine and Protect Al-Aqsa
G generations of families killed instantly
E
And the turntables turn and that Al Greens plays
I see my mother's afro, as mama taps her toes as she rolls her J's
And my papa just left the house, in search
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
those witches some pasture
All you guys out there tryin' to act like Al Green
All you guys out there tryin' to act like Al Green, you're all weak
the teachers even more by police's
How he get that cash today his father passed away
Left him with a little somthin' 16 he was stuntin'
Al B Sure nigga with
briefcase
And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped
Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure
Space investor,
ye hate that your bed loves me, Glitch
Ha, sing Al Green in the shower
Two whiffs, lad, this green is just too power
Use bars to diffuse me true
dioxins
My man's truck crashed, the radiation plant burned
Spit ran out, lit up like Green Lantern
Bentley on the wrist, while I'm drinkin
general disbelief in anything and anybody got to get
sharper now, as that lil ol young thuggish murmur
turns to unfreaky executive action on al green
On fire, no lighter (no lighter)
Hood like Al Qaeda (damn)
The ghetto
Got money on my mind (on my mind)
That's why I pull them all-nighters
In
niggas give it up
Weather they be Crip or Blood
And the one the women love
Angelino but she's only repect by niggas run
From green coats and don't testify
servin' fiends
Every goddamn day south Texas motherfucker
That's where I stay smokin' green
Chasin' dreams every goddamn day
South Texas motherfucker
That's
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