Lyrics:
the fish all run
Sit all day and not catch a-one
Mud wallopers, jewgars
A few little suckers
I waded out to a sandy bar
And I caught myself a big
know
you could ever look so nice after so much time
You remember those days hanging out at the village green
Engineer boots, leather jackets and tight
Gotta chase that money
Gotta chase that green
We are coming for the crowns
We are kings and queens
And we gon' be rich forever (Yah)
We gon' be rich
noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends
About
really fly
With you by the green tree
We'll lie by the green tree
Green tree?
We're your company
We're your company
I'm a workin' woman
With a baby
Mmh uh
Ain't yellin' cut when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
it all, Big Snoop Dogg
I got green, trees, whatever you like
I can get it all day you can have it by the night
‘Couz the plug, I get ya anything
job
And run's a big machine
He don't miss the farm
Or the fields of green
Now the city's just a prison
Without fences
His job is just
A routine
day-old bread
Soaking up dark green broth.
The buzzing light
By the window.
The telephone by
The piano.
The bubbling pot
On the big stove,
I made
ten thous for excitement
That's how the day goes
That's how the nights went Louis bags balenciagas
The ones talked about by the fashion bloggers,
He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred!
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot, outside he wears it anyway!
of green cold fried chicken livers
A day on the river's what I live for
Got the radio playing and my boat while I float
Take a toke and listen to Merle
expired,
He found that he had made a stake as big as he desired.
One day while meditating on the waywardness of fate,
He felt the ache of lonely man
through hell, then I think about big bro
Broken heart on my sleeve like a logo
Toxic bitch tryna take my mojo
Dart in the dark, smokin' green in my dojo
yeah, it's not better)
I'll make an admission, big like neutrino (oh yeah, it's not better)
I'll make a decision, I'm all ones and zeros
GREEN: Throw me
getting bigger
On that big screen finger on the trigger that's them old days it's me
California smoking and I got a temper
Hold on wait a second
And I'm
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
married and have a son named Erick
No big deal, no sweat, hm, I was in for a big surprise
When I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes
Brain locked, my
~ She's a Lady ~ Oh yeah!
He's a Lover! ~ I'm a Lover!
He's big hearted! ~ Once I've started!
Nothin' is good for you!
Say, how do you mean that?
street
Compares with Mott Street
In July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy --
street
Compares with Mott Street
In July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy --
Silently, I'm suffering
Hidden by an incidental smile
Holding on for something else
To come along and make my life worthwhile
'Till it comes
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
On a tabouret by the quay
Make your entrance
A trip across the sea
It's the big green apple a mayday
Ants are busy in the core
New York city a springday
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