Green is a place, I want to see Before I'm gone The sky in the trees, wilder than bloom Older than me I'll be waiting, follow me I'll be waiting Where
Перевод: Love Spit Love. Зеленый.
'm bringin 'em If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit
to no green, Strictly paper cruising through the strip in Vegas, Two of New York's biggest niggaz, Y'all used to hate us, but now you love us, Nas and
like me So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine Trying to get mine in daily Holla' at me like you know your fo', chiefing on that green green
Let's take this shit back to basement And we can discuss statements thats made on this tape And its whole origin of the music that we all know and love
think he did, did he? " And dr. dre said... nothing you idiots! Dr. dre’s dead, he’s locked in my basement! (ha-ha!) Feminist women love eminem {*vocal
I'm bringin 'em If any nigga lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em Malice green to them and gasolinin 'em with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit
purk put in work So wats up tho? We like it big n heavy Enormous an humongous An on my fingers an the glock it grew some green fungus I'm tryin
five and six Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six
some bread [Chorus] I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread But I'd rather get some bread, but I'd rather get some bread I said I love
another side of rounds I'm too deep, make a pot of a lotta nouns Spit a verse and every person that you love about to drown I'm a shark in a bloody game
Doug E. I hated being broke so I made money my buddy (haha) I promise I don't say it just to spit it (spit it) Go to Saint Martin and tell 'em I already
walk around with your whole advance on my wrist Phonin your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon And you know I'm still right in the main Light in the green
a pump in his face Got something to say? Please, better keep it a secret The streets got hideous ways of handling beef, bitch So eat shit, hate it or love
up, i'll slang her Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger Cuz the gang a niggas be tryin' to spit But you can't spit it like this I come
too, i'll mirk you, like i birth you you niggas small bubbles, i'll burst you, and spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp you my jewelry earth blue, some say its earth green
get cha point across then Candy ass nigga boy you softer than cotton Fight me or squash it cuz I ain't bout the spit boxin Hootin and hollerin like a
