Lyrics:
[Hook]
Nigga I'm from BPT
West Side, West Side
TTP, one block, one block
400, Spruce Street
What y'all doing?
Nigga kill off all beef
I'm
on porches
Drinking the night away
Familiar face
Now look so strange
Familiar places
How they have changed
I look through my window
Staring down Spruce
Yo, bro we copied Ken Carson for this one
Ay Oh (How many bands I popped?)
Ay, I got the juice
Ay, I got the loot
Ay, I got the spruce
Yeah, Hollerin
Blues'
So spruce up the trailer
And your blistered sunburn
Get the heck out of Dodge
While you're still half alive
Through the Ohio snow
And the Indiana
proclaiming the gospel of beauty like apostles
Dnn dnn dnn d dnn dnn dnn
White pine and spruce
Hemlock and cedar
Shoulder to shoulder
Laden with purple cones
What? (What block? What block? What block? What block?)
What? hol' up 400, Spruce Street
(What y'all doin'? What y'all doin'? What
Y'all doin'? What y'all
this railroad earth
All aboard, all aboard this railroad earth
Trundling hobo, grey stone valley
The clock is ticking ticking on
Spruce and pine, coal
spruce
Just Bring a couple big shots so I cud poe a deuce
I be so high I think I need ta cop a parachute
I be so fly man ion kno why I keep coppin shoes
wolf cries out
Wolf howls
The trees, the trees
The tamarack and spruce
They miss you
The trees, the trees
The tamarack and spruce
They miss you
Now all
Where the moon in the solitude shines.
Where the owl has it's nest.
Where the spruce forest lonely whines,
There I will find peace.
Over every
the green-spruce tea and nursed me there like a child
And the homicide he was good to me and bathed my sores and smiled
And the thief he starved that I might be fed
I've got ripplin' water to wake me
To the mornin', my woman, and love.
Tall pine trees are pointin' us easily to heaven above.
Blue spruce clinin'
and back up off him
Kweli spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
The real emcee, that your favorite rapper used to be
One by one I knock 'em out like Schoolly
I've got ripplin' water to wake me
To the mornin', my woman, and love.
Tall pine trees are pointin' us easily to heaven above.
Blue spruce clinin'
rocket-launchin (yeah)
Black Thought, quit playin him close and back up off him
Kweli -- spruce to the tree, Bruce to the Lee
Favorite emcee, that your
I've got rippling waters to wake me to the morning, my woman in love,
Tall pine trees are pointing us easily to Heaven above.
Blue Spruce flaming
Quik]
Arabian Spruce, Seagram's bumpy and juice
We used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get loose
Not the kind of cats that would jump in
mother fucker and I'm gonna get loose
'Cause I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
So enticing strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one
mother fucker and I'm gonna get loose
'Cause I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
So enticing strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one
mother fucker and I`m gonna get loose
'Cause I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
So enticing strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one
for the spruce up
and while waitin' for the fry
we all drew up our plan.
the craic was ninety in the isle of man.
that night we went to the texas bar,
some ass
All you gotta do is take two pulls and pass
Even in the morning like the flavor of juice
A blunt adds spice and a blunt can spruce
Up your
could really use|If we could get you on the evening news|And spruce up the facts|We'd go straight to the moon|Planting the seeds|And then watching them
two and pass
So the blunt will last
Even in the morning like the flavor of juice
A blunt adds spice and a blunt can spruce
Up your day but I'm not
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