I had a goatee, I used to bag the OC Yeah, fish scale nigga, what up ghost this Stashin by the old tree, moving by coke leaf Drama let the lama lick
Showin' love with the thicky Relax your mind and baby bounce with me [Chorus] You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me Break it down, make it fat
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 me
for 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
cocaine inna yuh cigarette, Before, you woulda prefer smoke 10 pound ?o ses And when yuh tek a baga weed yuh naffi second guess Whether if a bush tea or ganja leaf
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
Glass Next Year We Private Jets In The Clouds Havin Sex Cum Once Cum Twice Rick Ross Dum Nice Baby Gurl Take Sum Advice And Cum And Fuck Ya Boy Tonight Come Fuck Wit A Fat
tinted,trunk craked windows tinted Slowly rollin I'm banging screw Slowly rollin I'm banging screw Comin down so fly-y-y-y Smokin leaf so high-i-i
: At breakfast tea, some toast and eggs The TV's on, I'm lying in bed My feet are cold and my cheeks are red I pet my real fat cat Nobody knows my secret
sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is one way
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