Lyrics:
Yea
Oh
Yea
Yea Yea Yea
If you're feeling blue just
LIGHT UP THE GANJA
Yea Yea Yea
Now you love me but you weren't around until I got a hit
WOW
Back
got some killer brown)
Don't want no Bobby Brown I want Al Green
Gonna hit this Bobby come around I need that shit from Humboldt County
420 Airaqui
Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I’m feeling this tempo
Now let this
the greatest rhymes
Learn a thing or two from pioneers ahead of all the times
Working on an album, Jay produced, let me speak the truth
Ready or not, here we
love these hoes can't
Expect none from em
I said it's Heartbreak Shmoplife
Get money fool
Got a red head like my name was al bundy fool
Love a brown skin
best
She would tell you the same
Baddie tuggin' on my belt
That freaky shit dives me insane
Fuck it, romancing
Cummin' in sync
I just hit from the back
rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
I'm about to flash on that
Ass like two hit's of hash
Pass by 'em, eye 'em
Peep money on the left got the toast
Niggas ready to roast so I'm ghost
Then
down
Niggas keep talkin i'm never around
Packin the mac and get hit with the round
Tony montana i'm runnin the town
They call me A$AP Al Pacino wake
to learn to release and forget how to squeeze
2019 if you call my phone, ain't talking no green, might just hit delete
Shoulda never intervened, got enemies
If you talking shit
Then my bros gon' do a hit
Guada got the clips
You will never see him finch
Pablo goin' mad
This green turned me into Grinch
scheme would eat large, nigga
Keep it on you, fuck the feds
'Cause every team hit hard, nigga
Al Green at the barbeque
Turn on that pocket get shot up
through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen, that made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end
on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen, that made him religious?
Was it the drugs -- put an end
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
Warriors put 'em on a
Higher plane like Al Green
Nah'mean - - they hear when I talk
Got that white girl and that
Green lady like Fairmount Park
Any nigga
that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you
el Chamako Zion Baby, con galante el emperador oye poniendo los planetas en orbitras papi ya tu sabes, you know? DJ JAM Mr. Green Jam & Yatzi The Hit
every hour puff the Al Green
Hop in the car, drive the 3-D
Blow down the windows, raise the P-be's
Parents, they roll up, don't understand we
I
popping they top
I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B-I-G and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them
the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin
Al B. Sure nigga with
and I live by the Fifth Amendment
Every sentence that I'm representin'
Don't get intentions that I was intendin'
No point is intended
But
mo' trial
Released on this wild earth, my generation hit worst
Will my development arrested by the government
Younga niggas strugglin', livin' life
bitch, I'ma let it be known
When I let the baretta go
Niggas betta hit the flo' (ah)
Get the chedda and go, I repo green
Flame spitter, with a deep ol'
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