Lyrics:
álbum si te lo hice yo
Vuelve y saca otro álbum cuando sepas hacerlo todo by your fucking own
Desagradecidos no quiero al lado mía tampoco al lado de mis
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
acteurs de ce
Mouvement n'ont pas écouté
Ann Peebles, Gil Scott-Heron
Ni compris Wu Tang Clan
Peu connaissent Al Green ou Donny Hathaway
Encore moins UTFO,
laché la FAC
J'sortirai mon album quand j'aurai
Rasé ma barbe
J'sortirai mon album quand j'aurai
Rasé ma barbe
Saboteur c'est la base, tu l'sais
Y a les
all is that we are bonded by the First Amendment!
We have the freedom of expression!
We have the freedom of choice!
And you, Chinese, black, green
[Redman (Al Green sample)]
Yeah, Gilla!
(Right now, right now, right now, right now)
Yeah, Gilla!
(Right now, right now, right now, right now)
Ladies
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
Guess who the fuck is rapping
Y'all better not be tripping on lean
I ain't tripping on greens
Nor chasing some crime scenes
I don't got time to see
the album's out y'all, it's finally here
I repeat myself for the haters y'all, I'm finally here
Every street corner, jail cell, finally cheer
Cause it was
Green on, got it on repeat
Girl, you all I (Al Green)
Al Green on, off the alcohol, she on alchemy
Coming after me, what she say to, what she say
with the smoke Glock
Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well
From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggas know me
with the smoke Glock
Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well
From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggas know me
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
I'm smoking everywhere I go
(No sticks, no seeds, just Al Green)
I always gotta keep one rolled
(I keep that, need that, got that)
I'm blowin' every
Me ven y cambian de color
Yo no fallo una, francotirador
No balas, el álbum son balas que tengo guardadas para el cargador
La J le sabe con su
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
(I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my
enemies (nah)
Watch niggas even if you play on the same team
You see how Jordan Poole got knocked out by Draymond Green
Ain't no bein' cool after that,
could not yet be put into words
Skip forward a year, 1995
A new album by Green Day comes into my life
I'm told "this is punk" and I dye my hair green
with the wrong girl
Thinking don’t forget me,
Now I’m off a bottle of the henny
And I’m stressing
And the messages aint sending
And they coming up green
[Lil' Boosie]
Ugh! We dropped again on you bitch ass, niggaz! (Laughing)
Every album like a bird!
If you buy Trill shit
Then you buy that real shit!
eating and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers
I'm smoking everywhere I go
(No sticks, no seeds, just Al Green)
I always gotta keep one rolled
(I keep that, need that, got that)
I'm blowin' every
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