Lyrics:
the man booty
It's the man booty
Tell me what you want
Is it man booty?
I'll supply if you demand booty
Green tights on, Peter Pan booty
From the boys for
He payed me on on 4th street
Said make me afford three
Wait, whatever times four, please
But guess I'm late
Whatever the lord means
Windows tinned
destiny I cannot be late
Till then I sit at the windowpane
Green pine and apricity
A peace that I can reach
Today again will not repeat
I like to think my
and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was,
Old Jeremiah was a wino,
who lived from day to day.
Still minding his own business,
on the day he passed away.
They found him by the pigsty,
with
merchandise, he traded in his prize.
"Paper late!" cried a voice in the crowd.
"Old man dies!" The note he left was signed 'Old Father Thames'
- it seems
life
Living down by the coastline
She told me when I wake up in the morning
Iv already done enough to make her proud
Darling thats the most at peace Iv
FTO till the day we drop
We still bleed green
And we won't be stopped
We hold the line
From day to night in the rain or shine
Using that moonlight
demand this
From here to Japan, freak show for pay
Peek a boo is the game your daughter just might play
[Chorus]
(Peek a boo) - 4X
[Verse 4]
Now your big
Become aware of yourself before it gets too late
Another message from King Tee the great
Chorus
(Grand Puba)
Yo bust it
Hung
1998, Dogghouse Records steps on the scene
Unlike any other record label, we plan to get green
And keep it clean and stay oh, so mean
So rough, so
felt tunes
Four by four my whip man this shit is so taboo
So tell me
Can you feel it
The tension in the air as I'm waiting for healing
Verses like
without my green in the sky.
World is grey, so far away from what I’d imaged. Wouldn’t be too late but you locked my drawer of dreams and kept the key. But
See-saw there's 5 Saturdays,
And I wont be happy till I've at least hit 4
It's a long day when your rolling and rocking,
And the spin isn't stopping
sounds of thunder
Convince your morherfucking team to fall back it’s to late
We taking no prisoners
You under attack
By mister condition
Doctor strategy
On a mission to retrieve encrypted
Data from the field
So Nick Fury's helicarriers were
Now ready to fire
That's when Cap discovered that SHIELD
Was overrun by
fuckin' era
And you should just admit it
Can't nobody do it better
Gotta Hood by Air sweater, this shit is M3
And I'm in a M3 till
My nigga Benji's we
non-stopper
She from Uptown, baby girl don't knock her
[Chorus - till end (Sung)]
Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'
1990's
You late, homeboy I kept them 19's shiny
Killa, easy
[Chorus]
I came a long way from getting hanged by a white jury
Look at my neck, all
screen video games, when I was sixteen
Spliff-fiends riding the bus toward our late teens
Lately my dreams have been laced with green
I see four wheels,
Welcome to the four seasons
I ain't had a reason to do it like this
Damn I'm grateful that I'm breathing
Other people have been killed by the real
I was born in Cancer
Governed by the Moon
When She's up I'm really high
Whilst She's gone I sleep till noon
On St Paul and Peter's
At the end
pick narratin' these proverbs and riddles
I'm fresh like green bananas and fly like Continental
'Cause I stay up on my grind late night like Jimmy
he traded in his prize.
Paper late! cried a voice in the crowd.
Old man dies! the note he left was signed old father thames
- it seems he's
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