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Let’s extend it the city and the country (Straight up!)
To show you that family’s better than money! (Uh!)
Green, white and red, all up in my head
You gotta get the green
Get it by any means
Manifest the green
Manifest the green that's the power of a king
Life of a don I'm tryna live supreme
Sometimes we're wondering about our religion
Sometimes we are surprised by our traditions
Sometimes we're expecting us things to do
Sometimes we're
the infant.
Wise Man 2: We must pay homage to him.
Mandy: Homage!! You're all drunk you are. It's disgusting.
Out, out!
Wise Man 3: No, no.
of beans
Rippin' bongs in peace then where the fuck are your couches at?
You say you smoke that loud pack daily where are y'all ounces at?
Actin' like you
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
more
every body wants more
more smoke more I
need some smoke more
why you look at me
I just want to feel better
why are you arresting me
you are never
not spicy enough
You got it, yeah I got it, I got my own coupe, yeah
Green all day
Green green all day, yeah
Green all day
Green green all day, yeah
And when I stick it be so electrifying
Thanking god for the ones that I got
All I really hope is that they stick around
If I leave where I breathe are you
"Alright, are you ready?" fuck that
These niggas is green, these niggas is green
I'm talking in codes, pardon me what I mean
When you see him it's
You're sassy
There's ways that things should be
And you'll paint flowers the way they are
So repeat after me
And she said
Flowers are red young man
Green
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
very grateful of the thing that we had
When I wake up, I'm sizzling the green, doobie full of veggies
Help me analyze the full potential
Hell, maybe it
Green is not a creative color
Stop all of your thinking
And start listening to me
Trust me, you'll be set free
With that, we'll think creatively
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
are you waitin' for
A certain shade of green?
Would a written invitation
Signed, "Choose now or lose it all"
Sedate your hesitation
Or inflame
are you waitin' for
A certain shade of green?
Would a written invitation
Signed, "Choose now or lose it all"
Sedate your hesitation
Or inflame
You think I give a damn bout you
Well shit maybe I do
I aint really think things through
Cuz are we really through
I done said a lot of shit I didn't
know a few
'There are 8 million stories' and they're all made up by you
That's a lie
Yo what else think when Rush, man
Gives you the biggest medallion
while we stroll down the avenue
We don't notice our hands are cold
All we notice is feeling close
While tourists and commuters rushing by
Try to catch
feel alive (Bounce)
You will be the last thing on my mind (Bounce)
No regrets, do you know what that means?
Well, it’s hot, it’s loud, it’s wild
We
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
to see you tonight
Get ready for all sins
Don't Forget
You are changing
I can see that into your eyes
F**king small things
But we like them
Now promise
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