Lyrics:
my cheese
And it might take a while to count my green
I'm on a diet but I'm still gon eat that pussy like it's collard greens
And I'm from a city
Mister (hey mister green sound)
Bendo-Recordz mehr als nur ein Transmitter (wesh)
Deine Mum wird degradiert zum Babysitter
Dein Vater ist stolzer Zwitter
crises et les drames
Mais toujours avec Al et les hommes qu'il faut
Kweli Common Nas Dre et un p'tit peu d'soul genre Musiq Soulchild, Vivian Green et puis
Pura buena rima por el rumbo donde ando
Lo que ando tirando siempre va de alto calibre
Ahorita no me conocen al rato sere tu timbre
De la mala vibra
at night
She's a rose that blooms at night
And all the streets were wet and slicked with rain
Outside my green front door
Number 48 seemed dull by
out.
You gotta get an album out.
You owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count.
Everybody else is just green,
Have you seen
cannot finesse the finesser
9 millimeter on the dresser
Right next to the dragon dagger
By the green ranger
I eat up a rapper for entertainment
blasen
Denn sonst hätten die meisten Männer 'ne echt strange Erfahrung (true)
Ich kaufte mir von meinem ersten Geld ein Katana (wooo!)
Denn als Kind
And your boy been ballin', nigga been brawlin'
Nigga been haulin', nigga been lordin'
Terrorize set by section, Tha Liks'll make a killin'
They mention King
Wache uf und schribe wiiter a mim album über sex
charre so lila juicey lueg mis weed a
poppe mi vida alles alles shiint weni verbifahr
output so wie
Wache uf und schribe wiiter a mim album über sex
charre so lila juicey lueg mis weed a
poppe mi vida alles alles shiint weni verbifahr
output so wie
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Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
Bruder, sag ma' ehrlich, wer will keinen dicken Benz?
Veysel schreibt die Hooks besser als 50 Cent
Bruder, sag ma' ehrlich, wer will keinen dicken
set it, just checkin your mic
Droppin hot shit I like
So throw up your hands bitch, run your ice
Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By
the morning just to ride with ya', yeah
This feel like a rebirth, another day on this green Earth
I couldn't ask for much more man, shit could be worse
Clementino al mic
Puort'o tritolo pe stu picnic
L'isola di Wight come i Dik Dik
Fuoc pe stu dream team
Nun te veco slick rick
Si l'hip hop n'è viv io so
What's all the fuss about all the hula
Can't speak Spanish but I know green is mula
Blinded by a light but the lord's by my side
Above and below
down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy,
sides
In the mood, feeling good when I'm going out
But every day
I see you walk by with those green eyes
I'll wait on your doorstep
And I was thinking we
turned biscotti
They say "More money, more problems"
Same way, it's more money, more options
Autos, spinners, shotguns
They had green light on the gang
Denn seine Zähne sitzen schiefer als sein gottverdammtes Headset
Guck, wie ich den Lappen klatsche
Doch dropp' ich 'n Album, sagt sogar Papaplatte „Baba
reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiers
Born 2 ride, killers born 2 die, mommas born 2 cry.
Wild like the lone fucking ranger, niggas from the South
la la
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Wenn du täglich die Haare färben und deine Herkunft leugnen musst
Promote dein Label
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