Lyrics:
Lay down for me
Drownin' in your water, let it rain
Who you know gon' take it like me?
Trap nigga, fuck 'em to that Al Green
Pussy water, he go
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
said she want that paper
Pop pussy like she workin'
Damn, a nigga finally famous
Rari by the Benz, I'm swervin' (skrr-skrr, skrr-skrr)
Fuck rap, I
(Make some green tea)
Red' nicht von Peace dann von Hasch, nicht von Frieden
Hier draußen ist Krieg, ja
Ich tanz' mit dem Teufel, ja
Sie tanzt
Comme l'album du papa d'Adonis
Sur l'côté comme si j'tape un corner
Prochaine porte qui cache un stop
Métropole, j'ai peur de la syncope
Nique un
a thing-thing
Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng
Fuck ya brains out hold when Al Green sings
When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling
You died
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
Al Green sings
When you're out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling
You got from ya mom and pop, don't sweat it
I got the next bitch rocking ya birthday
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
ride out
Oh lord, four boys, in a four by four textin' four whores like.. (Woooh)
Back to this ride shit
Liph on his passenger side shit
You know
Italy
Wanna wear those Gucci shoes
Red and green
With a cigar in my mouth
Stress free
Wanna walk around yeah just like a king
Buy my mama's brand new
Weed is by my side, it's always been there.
Always been there, always been there.
Weed is by my side, it's always been there.
Always been there,
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
with both fists clasped
A mass of wild hair that's
Red or orange or green
With a single silver streak
I look horribly mean i got an army (what?)
I makes green backs of mean tracks
it seems that life ain't nuttin but phat cars
and green stack 2 storeys high
I wouldn't want to die
again
Fly over 101 freeway, run like Flash on speedways
Human-made man machine move like Jim Kelly with Afrosheen
Green Bay ninja green with technical
Al Green
But lately you've been actin like the shit I do is weak and unromantic
And I can't understand it
I'm feelin like a duck, shit out of luck
Telling you how music's supposed to be
Cos it's a game played by those who love celebrity
And that's not what music supposed to be
Al Green, Sam Cook
the Al Green up in a bag
I make her scream, I'm Mr. Felcher
Yeah, while she cooking Hamburger Helper
She on the pole she Santa's helper
It ain't
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
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
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
wanna pop that bubbly
And by the way, I'm Al
Al-co-holic
I act a fool and frolic
Till I hurl in the toilet
J-Ro dangerously
Givin you brain surgery
Ignorance is surely bliss
And Iâ¬"d like to stay that way
Sometimes you need to be neglected
To see in green instead of grey
Someone â¬"l be there
Discuss these by ccording to al green album al green Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In