Spotizotic 'cuz I spent the M5 on it You ladies help y'all self and pour the do it fluid While I break down the pound and manicure it Al Greens with
a green rosetta A little green rosetta A tiny green rosetta A green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta A tiny green rosetta You'll
, woo It was later it was after two We found a bottle of good Chartreuse The lights were green and gold, we played Latin soul By the time Priscilla put the Al Green
: Yes, sir. HAPGOOD: Church on Sunday? GEORGE: Yes, sir. HAPGOOD: Do you vote? GEORGE: Yes, sir. Only for the man who wins. Only for the man who wins. Only for
i Its been a long time Since the rhyme rode A rough road I'm riding rhymes & givin A dose of brotherland Never said I wasn't good at it Cause I'm a static
tired like Al Green; oh you ain't heard about Bing? Baby moma's on ding-a-ling, they exposin the G-String Say they panties got wet, the first time that
. It was later it was after two. We found a bottle of good chartreuse. The lights were green and gold. We played Latin soul. By the time Priscilla put the Al Green
any uhh.. Healthy degree of respect for, rappers Because they was rappin the wrong kind of thing.. Or that old bad language, foul language I never cared for
nigga head ringin Fo show 3.5 of indo Cause heads turn and bitches scream when my man he pulled out that sticky green It was sticky gooey residuey one more time for
the porch smokin a mule den i go sit down pon' de centa', and fill it up this swisher, time 2 lick and roll ganja now smoke up, digest, cums the smoka' time
, you wrong for what you did "You gonna pay Pam, fuck that boo kissed your kids Y'all get the fuck in the room, fuck you, you ain't are real Daddy Next time
I got to take him off of here Cause there's only one, and that's me You understand? For all that fighting, you understand that sucka think he good
pulled out the nine Get in the tub, he seen the hot iron pulled the plug out He steamed Pam brought it back to Penny on Good Times Back in the dollar
mine you outta line, I shine because I grind I keep that money up on my mind, for the umpteenth time When I write a rhyme I rhyme real, and getting green
twirl (Gangsta) Mobbin' through the hood, I need a gangsta girl Doll-E Girl, where you at, homegirl, hit me back I got a 12-pack in an Al Green sack Slow
cast in The ocean of words and pull out a new rhyme And if it feels good, then I'll do it two times Or maybe three, four, or even five times When I'm
time that the fight's on, kill 'em I remember rhymes used to ride with nets Flight at the midnight high with jets You know Al Capone stretched tryi'
a go liver Put it in my get it girl [Verse 3: Fat Al] Ay girl I'm swang nine and I ain't talkin about a nine but my dick is brain food good for your