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
drawers, velour headband, Geneva convertible couch In the back with the two nightstands I'm the man, nigga, when I come through dressing rooms Had the goose ready, renting cream and a bag
on Hog tie a nigga for his bread, have the Hefty bag on By any means, a cheddar king Got a '98 kid's voice on smooth like Lenny Green Word to my mother
looking like textbooks When they wrapped and stuffed Four days later, staight cash: two million bucks. Strictly powder, no cut Your coke is flyest, what's up Y'all beefing over little
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
're gushy, so please don't push me I'm using rubbers so they won't trace the semen The black demon, got the little hookers screamin' Because you know I love it young, fresh and green
, me or you? We forgive you For you know not what you do Seven A.M., woke in the mornin' With Hen and caffeine and green and nicotine No dough so pop
Our defence apply the best Rock the A.V.X. cock pit cover my chest Yo, they bag Palm, L.Murder everybody Doe Boy, Real Ral, Nitty and Montey Lebannon, Little Worm dun, Little
s the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin' dreams of hearin' screams at my concerts Me all my childhood peers through the years Tryin' to stack a little green
off Why? Probably 'cause they been ripped off by the system Cops, they ride around in little cars And throw folks behind bars, like little jars They
is wronge wich you?" (verse) sesame seed no bun for a bag, instead of weed you should call it little pebbles and crack. what? you got a bag
yeah I'm connected nigga) Yeah I speak a little spanish, Hit the boy from over seas, Yeah I look a little tanish, Booty club with a money bag, I be actin
I'm in the dealership with a duffle bag Couple Mazaradihs, couple hundred stacks Far from peaches and cream, niggas deceased on the scene I'm just countin' my green
This beat crazy) Ain't it? (Hold up, let me get a little bit of this) Go in [Verse 1 - Beanie Sigel (Freeway)] Uh, black label, green label, red label
headband, Genova convertible couch In the back, with the two nightstands I'm the man, nigga, when I come through, dressing rooms Had the goose ready, renting cream and a bag
Master P)-talking Uh huh, little somethin somethin for my tru niggas in New Orleans, Tulsa, Oklahoma, Richmond California, Detroit Michigan, Oakland,
re so stupid, think now If we blow him up to smithereens We may lose some pieces And then Jack will beat us black and green Kidnap the Sandy Claws, tie him in a bag
What we gunna do right here is take a little smoke break...not the little white kind with the filters on it, but the kind that makes u high and elevates