Lyrics:
to all your men;
The cause that called you may call tomorrow
In another fight for the green again.
Recorded by Galvin, Clancys
Filename[ BOULVOGE
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Any motherfucker wanna disrespect
Playing with fire finna get you wet
How'd it feel down there on your knees, ah
I got these girls like a soldier
money by the hour
Red (red), power deh yah, green (green), shower deh yah
Dem green with envy when me roll di purple skunk
Inna di black Beamer, white
swingin' on my ding-a-long King Kong
I pop bad cops, I got a pig a day habit
Bing bing bang, just like the ricochet rapid
Grab it, your sound is just
Pode existir, existirá
Vive em nós e viverá
Enquanto houver canção
Caught in the rays of the rising sun
On the run from the soldier's gun
Shouting
and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how
own kind of toy
We like to fill 'em with joy
We're workin' over time
To make 'em happy
Then on Christmas eve
We jump on big red's sleigh
We don't
land
Trained in combat, hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the Green Berets
Silver wings upon their chest
These are
And I'm from Pittsburgh where the green
And the eatin' is good
Where the fiends do everything in the hood
Everyday is like a war so my soldiers ride
(Woo), that's a body
I been fresh (Woo), Osh B'gosh
Poor or pimp, do or die
Buyin' presidential by the ten pack, ran an M up in the Cadillac
I was
cried, Bill, Bill, Bill when are you coming back.
I cried in a stranger's arms standing there by the railroad tracks.
Oh, yes I did.
The day you left
the screams from paradise
They've fallen further than you realize
In El Salvador
Just like Poland is 'protected' by her Russian friends
The junta is
like magnets
I'm the shorty from the Philippines the main attraction
Rollin up in fly whips switchin every other day
No Limit girls ball like the WNBA
Stash box by the dash box encase they want war
Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law
I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure
I'm like the coolest
Time goes by, and Christsmas lists change
But some things don't ever change
Like the anticipation of being together
Christmas at our house is full
actin' like this might be something more
Than just pickin' up the mail or the soldiers from the war
Somethin' even old man Wileman's never seen before
lend a hand in return for grace
It's a beautiful day
Sky falls, you feel like
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
You're on the road
But
green,
I stay in cruise like control, but busters fold like a bad poker hand,
now watch me shake this b**** up, like the dice games,
see I'm always
the mountain peaks and valleys wide and green
But you're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen
You're the nearest thing to heaven yes you are
I have
problem
down wit them drama boys an also Eightball
understand I gotta plan to get me some green
I stay in cruise like control but bustaz
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
the mountain peaks and valleys wide and green
But you're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen
You're the nearest thing to heaven yes you are
I have
the mountain peaks and valleys wide and green
But you're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen
You're the nearest thing to heaven yes you are
I have
of his Uncle Sam
Headed off to Vietnam
When he comes home gonna settle down
But somewhere, in a river
The soldier died for me
Navajo boy stares
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