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Pray

Jay-Z

American Gangster

2007

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

you know this rap game produced pain like I did Fahim's album
I made so much fuckin' money, should call this the green album
They used to be laughin'

everything's real in the field (uh, yeah)
And what you can't have now, leave in your will
But don't knock me for tryin' to bury
Seven zeros, over in Rio de

Still D.R.E.

Dr. Dre

MTV: The Lick

2001

at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)

Drive Slow

Paul Wall

Late Registration

2005

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',

to be a green boy
I hate to be a green boy
Out on a trip to Lloret de Mar
Jetplane it carries my body that far
Mind stays on same place, keeping the watch

my search for the green
All my friends getting caught by police
It's the life that they live, the cops on TV
They the pre-Madonna of the street
No AC

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

Drive Slow

Kanye West

Late Registration

2005

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',

¡Atrévete Te, Te!

Calle 13

Rhythm Is Gonna Get You

2014

del closet
Destápate, quítate el esmalte
Deja de taparte
Que nadie va a retratarte
Levántate, ponte hyper
Préndete, sácale chispas al starter

uh
Bullet with the green tip go through the vests, uh
1990 Testarossa, fuck a Tesla
My Uncle Sam sold me them yams, government issued grams
Grandma

My President

Nas

The Recession [Clean]

2008

Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you

que voa
Pique, eu sou caro, então não me compare-pare

Break bread or fake dead and kill it back
All greens, by all means, we into that
Front,

Let Me Be The One
Blessid Union of Souls
Album: Home


So you're scared, to show your feelings
Baby, I do understand 
Well, I don't make

Let's Get It On

2Pac

Hot Mixx

1997

wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware

your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I screw
Jeans skirt

count cash for a livin` (beotch, BEOTCH!) 

[Chorus]

Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito

(Versão da canção
Original em portugues: "simples")
(Original e versão de Marta Helena)

Green tea in the morning
The waves on the sea
A rose in

ti
Todo brilla desde aquí 
Desde la montaña veo todo green 
So  clean /quiero ese green


(Tengo El Oro)
Como alguno de mis hermanos
(Dándolo todo)

that this green gon make me break
Fuck
And I spent all my green on this green
I smoke this shit turn me to machine
I smoke this shit turn me to an AI
I

my greens cuz im getting to the fetti 

My favorite black twins 
Strap on 
An no lashes 
I dont trust a bxtch 
But these 
Bout tht action 
Dont check

los mutantes que fuimos atrás
De aquellos días que no volverán
Pronto regresarán al amanecer

Estás perdida en un supermarket
Consumes dulces cuando no

begs to become the green
Wishing that the lights will change so I can drive by
Waiting for the signs to rearrange, or must I revise my style?
Standing

One mental block lead to another, shit it's dominos
Mixtape Sean, but I'm in album mode, ooh
She give me praise, I love her angel face
Ass so fat she