we all got high, our niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys, cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red, we like that fuckin green, papers
of them turned green, from countin the ones Memorized by the glory, word life Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but couldn't do nuttin for me Shout 'em out
bid'ness [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Pitts, a.k.a. [LA/Micah Pitts] Lord Akil, social misfit [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Greene, a.k.a. [MM/Tony Greene
it, cock suckers, what's his name? That's how we do it y'all, yeah, to all my niggaz in the house Bad Boy, who we die for all day, everyday nigga, yeah
I was rollin' through the hood one day Thought shit den calmed down, "gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since I den been around Ain'
they zone, we strong Motherfucker wanna run up then it's on, lets go An you been up to some, no play I'ma catch you on yo off day Hit yo ass in the head
Why you need Johnny Cochran? You rollin' with them cash money millionaires now Hey, big shouts out to Greg green This of uhh cases that concentrated titty milk And big shouts
[swan] It's platinum baby, a/k/a bj, so got them goin crazy Back up on the scene, and I'm showin you green Don't gotta ask what I mean, take a look at
here let me whisper in your ear I got to tell you somethin Listening to this song Kinda make a nigga want somethin Spent all day dreaming got me feening
downtown day But at the end of my thirty foot leash Is my little friend Quiche Quiche La Poodle is her name And having a good time On a crummy day is
the back with the tickets in his hat He would have to do more than aspire to A place with some light on the sand near a beach A place near some green
the few gon get the glee ton All we r is Mo Thug, taking off since our regime It's the mercenary of the whole team N puff the green, until we all with
me I want to go to steel guitar Heaven There's a lot of swinging cats I been wanting to see Like Joaquin Murphy and Jimmy Day Shake hands with Speedy and shout
I got some words of wisdom Get it on, get it on On the day that you got born He crawled out of the ooze He defied evolution He had green flippers and
Hip hop hooray ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho You drew a picture of my morning But you couldn't make my day, hey I'm rockin' and you're yawning But you
pear tree On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me 2 turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree On the 4th day of Chris On the 3rd day of
can put you on your feet or put some money on your head. Life ain't cheap, You're better off dead. If you can't pay the fee, Shout out my nigga fee.
like me ain't nothin better then beef See i would meet each one of you niggaz in the street Then eat - and pick you little nigga out my teeth Shout out to the green