Who's down to crush a lot I love from Puerto Rican to blackberry molass' I don't discriminate, I regulate every shade of that ass Long as you show class, and pass my test Fat
Trina wears her wampum beads She fills her drawing book with line Sewing lace on widow's weeds And filigree on leaf and vine Vine and leaf are filigree
WFDS We're From the Dark Side radio It's about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker But the funk just don't stop As we take y'all fat roly-poly
foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po' Eightball got flow, MJG Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire The tree-high, green leaf, helps
hit the boulevard wet with wood grain, 19's gone be turnin got the wood sternin, Joe in the back got the chronic and its burnin, smokin chronic leaf optimo
sippin' that purple rain I know it makes em crazy, keeps me lazy I roll it back, crack a Dutch, have a sizip Get introduced to this leaf in my spliziff
two razors Bet cha'all didn't know I had a fake arm I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat nigga out in like 40secs My gun
razors Bet cha'all didn't know I had a fake arm I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat nigga out in like 40secs My gun get
best beer in town Well, I swooped magnificent upon her As she sat shivering in her grief Like the Madonna painted on the church house wall In whale's blood and banana leaf
free. The only reliable boy who got to know lux was trip fontaine For only 18 months before the suicides had emerged from baby fat To the delight of
Little long time At breakfast tea some toast and eggs The t.v.'s on I'm lying in bed My feet are cold and my cheeks are red I pet my real fat cat Nobody
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name Ima hit the boulevard grippin wood grain 19's gone be turnin, got the wood sternin Joe in the back got the chronic and its burnin smokin chronic leaf
Lifetime guarantee? Who's lifetime? Not mine I haven't that much time left, let's make it yours Everybody's got a longer life than me The leaf blowers
crew in the avenue, and my nigga Jay Love Who carries switch blades on the red roof Verse Two: Cappadonna Yo, the first branch, the third leaf, whoever
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the best beer in town I swooped magnificent upon her As she sat shivering in her grief Like the madonna painted on the church-house wall In whale's blood and banana leaf
