I have sined and i have failed many tears of crying Many ways of dying I have to believe in... All that she said believe in your way everyday i dream of you everyday i believe
's expenses I say you're all just too god damn sensitive It's censorship and it's downright blasphemous Let's end this shit now cause I won't stand for
city Where the grass is green And the girls are pretty I want you please take me home CHORUS: Take me down To the paradise city Where the grass is green
was you, Who chose to end it like you did, I was the last to know. You knew, Exactly what you were doin'. Don’t say, You simply lost your way- She may believe
you just walk away Is it something that I said I see only black and white You see green and red You believe in the miracles Water into wine I believe
By the twelveth I go for self Rockin L.A. like no one else.. You can check any rapper from the underground scene but few have dropped hot shit and seen green
is goin' out to all those muthafuckas That like to use the word 'gangster' Although I am the O.G. I'm representin' that hustlin' game To the end, nigga
Friends tell me I am crazy That I'm wasting time with you You'll never be mine Just be good to me, just be good to me Just be good to Green All I need
I had to worry, Leaving all the changes far from far behind. We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name. Down at the end, round by the
believe Take me down To the Paradise City Where the grass is green And the girls are pretty Take me home Take me down To the Paradise City Where the grass is green
uh.... Oh, excuse me... Once upon a time --- I think it was last Thursday --- a boy named Peter opened the gate and went out into the big green meadow
know you're kind But that ain't right Now when we're alone and I'm kissing you There's no place that I'd rather be Baby believe I'm so into you But
to Mo (Bone Thugs) Dem niggas that reignin' supreme, hustled to conquer our dream Forever untouchable team What nigga be out here gettin' this green? (Bone Thugs) Blowin' green
incase ya'll want war, gon' do it again until we cant no mo'. -Krayzie Bone- Blewin' in the wind, we the proffesional, who knew in the end that we would
pray wid her Ohh ohh, no no Stressin' henny got fiend and green and nicotine Nooo-torious bustin' wid my regime fiends all around me Ah genuinely pumpin' new millenium Thugs caught up brought up believe
couple green bucks, get you cleaned up Now, I'm 'Pulp Fiction', Colt four-fifth and Young niggaz that [unverified], no religion Listen here, Summer baby, I just believe
ones with c notes and we know you aint got that desert eagle like j said "no we dont believe you" its best not to portray somethin that your not at the end
Can't believe another day goes by Without your love, you know I can't survive Silly me I thought I'd play it cool But in the end I end up playing the
