Could I be the one? Could I be the one that you're thinking of My goal is to be the one you're dreaming of I wanna be a pot of gold at the end of the
other words I apologize Not for telling the truth, but about the lifestyle I glorified Now everlying I have heard and seen much shit But through it all man, I
Fly over 101 freeway, run like Flash on speedways Human-made man machine move like Jim Kelly with Afrosheen Green Bay ninja green with technical electric
Al Green, or an anybody who knows what I mean Oh my my, whoo whoo Chaka Kahn, I feel for you Is anybody feeling what I'm feeling what I'm feeling what I
could rewind the time back? Would you bring B-I-G or Martin Luther King back? It's all about love and happiness, word to Al Green I mean that as i
instead of the golden gates I give bulletproof love so I'm immune to hate So if you're bugging the gas then I'm a fumigate I'm where the angels and the
Hell Razah] I'm 'bout Yen, Pounds, Euros and Pesos Ain't no catchin no bodies until I say so If I ain't baggin up 'dro, givin out halos I'm on that overtime
like southpaw Pay attention to my sobriety One drink and I'm thinking like Menace II Society Have niggas pray that nigga, a-racks nigga Getaway clean Al Green
I'mma fry it Try it, I just might be the nicest you ever saw or seen Cats are jammin like Mitch Green, more albums than Al Green A fiend for rap, puttin
try to stay alive But in the meantime I'm gonna get mine Everything will be fine when I can eat and get high I may eat but I want to purchase some weed
-la I got unlimited methods, I could murder lies of M.C. La-la-la-la-la [K-Rino:] I hate doing second verses, after one what's left The first one usually be
Man three minutes I need an eighth know what I mean (I got some killer brown) Don't want no Bobby Brown I want Al Green Gonna hit this Bobby come around I
a baller, then I must be Dave Stern Virus, whenever I spit, I spray germs Who else been nice for this long and stayed firm? Donnie G, the Phantom, and Al
pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac Nigga, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen? Y'all
And printin', numbers in there heads like it's printed Fur coats, minks, and canes, pops givin' me Shots on the low, moms blastin' Al Green "I'm Still
.I.C. Yves St. Lerock yes R.I.P. How could you ever diss M.I.C. Big Al R.I.P. How could you ever diss M.I.C. J. Black R.I.P. How could you ever diss M
Al Peezly See it's like this baby You gon' always be mine I don't give a fuck what niggaz you fuck with You'll always be my bitch Do what I say (Gain
what! Manhattan (could be under water) LA (could be under water) Vancouver (could be under water) London (could be under water) Detroit (could be under water) St. Louis (could be