Lyrics:
Can we slide
For a minute
Got some
Crown
Rose'
Green
I'm on that
YAAAKKKK
And I wanna hit it
Get your girls
Let's get it in
What it do shawty
Your
Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (yeah)
Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (well)
So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (yeah)
speak upon the microphone
I'm outspoken, no jokin', get in my face your jaw will get broken
Layin' it, sayin' it, then you're playing it
Lyrics so heavy
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
killers
I'm handles by dealers
Well-connected with greed
I'm all white but I produce green
They'll kick in your door, like Bruce Lee
Just to have
We gon' ball 'til we fall
Get drunk and choke
Breathe up on that green
Meet me back at the store
Repeat 1
[Gangsta Boo]
I'm watchin' this
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
unfortunate
You had an alloy spoke Mongoose
And I had a Huffy
You owned a green machine
Three different lunch pails
I had a go-cart that I built from
the words I say because
(This type of shit, it happens every day) uh
(How you livin' Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers, even
me by the thunder. (thunder)
The trumpet sounds way down in my sanctified soul.
I haven't got long to stay here.
Green trees are bending. (are
niggas know I'm the king
This green I smoke we call it dro'
It's deadliest from Memphis Tenn
You see my folk we ain't no joke
Don't turn this into
me
Or get slit bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop shots like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are
the words I say because
(This type of shit, it happens every day) uh
(How you livin' Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals
Heavy rollers, even
from goin' heavy metal
I'm just one angel away from blockin' out the devil
Just one mountain away from meetin' all my rebels
Too much power, too many
the hint of weed when we roll though
Gotta keep a few P's for the whole crew
Heavy clouds of the smoke fill the whole room
Know I keep the fresh green like
wells are abandoned by the green berets
The lifeboats sink in front of the ones who wait
And think that there's a way out of this misery
And fold their
to quarantine
His crops and livestock boost the economy
Many would travel by boat to see him
His image don most schools and coliseums
A merchant, hustle those
Gotta fill the void
I got niggas paranoid
Thats the shit that I live for
Aye... Aye...
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta
the catalogues
Young gods, heavy dialogue
Quotables from my monologue
Villie boy pull up by the block
Flip flops, and the white socks
No sleep, let the dream talk
the green mile
Only frowns I don't smile
I'm walking with a heavy heart
It's probably best to let you go
And give in right into the dark
With no light no
horrible forest
For a little lass snatched from Kansas
Snatched by tornado came forward
Poured a little drop of oil on his joints
She heard his voice time
real
YK
We wanna be on the winning teams and live the dream
Apply pressure we feel the need to grind for the green
As a team we all we got that all
Yesterday got backstabbed
By someone
Who was close to me
If it's real
He'll look me in my eyes
When he spoke to me
Stumble with yo words
Cause they
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