All those things will end. Pictures of you - For nothing, moments whe shared - for nothing, Tears that we dried - for nothing, all that we said - for nothing, Now all about all
tattoos I ain't got no room for scars Escaped them all maked a brother break the law Skip trial and escape tomorrow Til I end up in the courtroom White
wid no way out) Now all ah y'all niggas tough Y'all ready for violence, violence But niggas don't give ah fuck We ready to riot riot When all the smoke clears Y'all
great thing about it is, if you disagree you're money's refundable But there's always something rewarding about every Cee-Lo Green Recording 'cause even after all
't nothing new What happened to your funk, did you lose it? Or did you get juked by dangerous music? We stole all your money, and all your songs Done
outta here Every chance I do damage And I manage to use all the anger to my advantage All that is cool but the brain is the tool Gimme my props so we all
. married to the mob, so wives throw out. game all over that's right blow out what you know about getting raise we'd done thought of life fifteen ways so blaze up the end
s this ain't no how i act like summa going head up with me bring a motherfuckin helmet you niggas just special ed all i see is green but my eyes so red and all
a fuck about what you're doing I could give a fuck about what, who that you flew Make you sick like the flu, I know how to spook you All it takes is a
m still just chokin' smokin' same old thing Ain't nothing changed Yeah, I'ma send this one out to all the dank smokers out there It's all good baby boy
did And it kills me, tryna put my all into it All those BBMs you sent Have an "R" next to it 143?s turn to OMG's - TTYL, my flights about to leave I
Its all neglected, things we wanna save. truly rejected all the green we seem to pave. we strive for perfection, getting farther everyday. we forgot our
more of a prisoner. I mean, you know, forty people on staff, and you can't do nothing, and now creativity is impossible because all you can think about is all
They might get set back by some wench But that bitch'll never win It's all about the way of the world It's all about the way of them girls It's all about
bunch of green you had me trippin' but still we Maintained to stick together through the ups and downs And when I ain't have nobody else, you was around It all worked out in the end
on tour? Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war? What has Al Green seen that made him religious? Was it the drugs, put an end to the music
a week So I'm gonna get a ride with a 420 Geek I says come over about 10 O'clock Cause I got to go reinvest in some green stock, shocked! Well
know? Get all items that you need to get yo' mutha fuckin blunt rolled nigga. Get ya' papers, what ever the fuck, lighters. Y'all know what y'all need
