some things in the ground Even with this season coming around It's green's last gasp and leaves brown And autumn days are winding down I got to get it
the Angel said unto me, "These are the Cries Of The Carrots. The Cries Of The Carrots, Y'see Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is Harvest Day, and to them, it
plenty it don't matter either way Cuz I'ma get it, hit it, quit it then I pass you off to Jae... Millz Speed racer on the track call me Hot Wheels Them bullets long like fries, get
Quick Bought 'em off the goose and the hen (In the hen, yeah) Uh, it's kinda crazy mixin' them Bumper keep drinkin' keep the green in the wind (In the wind) Club over
and bring it back, don't come up short 'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay You scared, get the f***
get clapped Front on us and get clapped You get clapped n**** Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped Get
get popped) As I run around with a racist My style was born in the 50 stair cases Dig it, eff a rap critic, he talk about it while I live it If Red
thing make you laugh, make you cry I got them rocks, them yellow diamonds and that oh oh oh bling I'm a spit it till I really can't spit it no more Nothin
ain't gonna never learn It just, it just ain't gonna never get it, you know them sayin' It's like, it's like a short stripper And she's just saying, it
A-T-L X rearranged it, Shorty B played it Me and Shorty laid it, my niggaz OK'ed it Carnefious Crawfish, next to slay it Damn right, we do it all day
Love it when I hit it, Cali-O Love it when I hit it, Dont ya know Sweet Cali-O I cant wait to touch it, Cali-O Dont ya know, Yeah Love it when I twist
I hit it good, I hardly ever keep in touch Top notches, it's hard to believe I fuck But I did it every time I see her I get it I know you heard short
all be cool man I blaze blunts all day get keyed all night Be the one to take flight if the smoke ain't right I'm tight, nicknamed Ike for the drama It
hoe's can't get shit for free I give a fuck about what niggas been buyin' you I'm $hort Dog bitch, I ain't tryin' to Get on your good side, you better
's go ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin I know it's my car bitch You ain't trippinit's your favorite color, on a lovely day You let me reach right over
no more funk (Hell naw) Get in where you fit in, punk It's what life is all about Did that get him, did that get it? (Yeah, you got him) Wait, it's
you might not last It used to be about old pimps and macks But now we got the young bucks trying to jack It's a stick up, put your hands up before you get
play, quiet town, tie it down I supply it now, by the pound Might front you a cue if you buy a pound If you didn't try it then, why would you try it now