When the deep blue night is running close on your track And you can feel the green monkey crawlin' across your back Don't take me so real that you forget
Tradução: América. Green Monkey.
When the deep blue night is running close on your track And you can feel the green monkey crawlin' across your back Don't take me so real that you
this motherfucka off Curfew nigga, get ta fuck up outta here off my block [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] Who servin' tha fiends Hundred thousands of green For
got ta clear this motherfucka off Curfew nigga, get ta fuck up outta here off my block Who servin' tha fiends Hundred thousands of green For the love
this motherfucka off Curfew nigga, get ta fuck up outta here off my block Verse 1: Bizzy Bone Who servin' tha fiends Hundred thousands of green For
the same violences? God is it, possible the same niggaz that's winnin in +Dodgeball+ will grow up and dodge bullets? The funky little, two squares in this concrete jungle was shootin the +Monkeys
I should play this game, then ya look out your window and there was your neighbor, carrying a set of clubs to the car, wearing lime green pants, because
on Monkey River Sad life hangin' out on a limb Purple Paul pluckn a guitar All string broke except for one Careful chimp Rest the bass Water's only shodow deep Monkey
