Lyrics:
your pussy twerk for hear me huh hoe
Smoke but I'm never burnt out and permed out
I'm looking for another green hoe that I can turn out
At the ball
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
No double or nothin
I ain't a fool i be stuntin
Getting my green by the bundle
Watch how we Comin
I'm Callin out for the summer
Might be in trouble
lonesome wind moan
I'm gonna get back
From the places I've gone
Take me back to the country
It's time to go home
Not a night passes or a day goes by
That I
Jimmy won't you please come home
Where the grass is green and the buffaloes roam
Come see Jimmy
Your uncle Jim and your auntie Jim and your cousin
the green, count the cash
I'm a star, Johnny Cash
I get so high, I'm on Venus
Lean like the statue of Pisa
Work of art, Mona Lisa
Yea my girl, she a diva
Never
Child of limousines
What's the best place that you have seen
All of the hands that you have shook
Home of the queen of everything fancy
Is there
flame with no shame
Now many people die over these dead green guys
Ignorance and greed take their ass by surprise
It's the root of all evil and sins
more patience for such an attack
Oh!
The grass is greener
And it seems that green
Is the new black
They're flipping out
Straight up
Borderline crazy
window
Brown grass or green grass
Picket fence or barbed wire
Never ever put them down
You just lift your arms higher
Raise 'em 'til your arms tired
I always wanted a place with a big back yard
Where the grass is green and the summers are long
Rhubarb growing right behind the garage
I was
through the glass
He hasn't seen no titties, he hasn't seen no ass
Hopefully when he's free, show him the green in the grass
I see the green in the grass
the berry homes
You'd be most wise to pay close attention
To willy lynchin'
Its stupid to fuck wit' bobby steel's henchmen
I step into presidential
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
destiny
Truly gotta' take the pen and just write that
I don't need a fucking screen, I just pull up and it's green
Yeah i'm coming with the heat just like
to be red beans on Sunday I was real picky with fork
Green grass and dandelion beds
We look at stars till the morning
Used to send love by the barrel
Errything gone aight
Long as I
Bring the green home
Uh huh
Been keepin it P since pre school
Two Eazy like a free throw
Uh huh
Yeah I know it look coo
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crossed I never act up
Driving wreckless, 12 can't catch us
Thanksgiving a nigga at home
I'm feeling like it's home alone
Marjella on me and my bros
Johnny
criticism by some scholars
They say our attraction to those who want cash
Only lead to more problems
Serious ones! People lose they life over paper
If we get
Now when I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover.
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback,
Well, I
outlawed, their coveted oil market won't give too much competition to the Collared, blue class
On voting day, while you sit at home blowing smoke, Johnny's
on the runway
There's money in the way, the green is all I see now
Picking up the pace, somewhere I gotta be now
All I really care about is money and the girl I
Farewell, sweet old home, turning back,
Reddening sun, climbs up the slender mast;
Dew’s netted over, silver stings on the grass,
Billowed sails
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