Testi:
Green Buddy

up, "F" for death [GREEN EYES] Yeah, Rest In Peace to my nigga Nutty Boy, West/Side Jungle Stones A-Baby Warren, A-Bay and my nigga Pumpkin, Inglewood Family From Green

(Buddy and Julie Miller) Three dollar bomb a hundred thousand roads Steps of a child and the ground explodes You can't clear one before another re-loads

paper boy, it's only G's on my route If you wanna, then we can do whatever Whatever it's clever or whatever is never Whatever it's green, baby whatever

the dows, Bun B is still on the road Paul Wall got diamonds exposed, Lil Keke still signing thow Got no problems with Jones, that Cutty Buddy the song

No bags don't worry I'm a where em out the store Man I see you in them lime green J's But they em make those Those LIME GREEN FAKES You don't say cronalogically

watever media outlet decide to play it fair fuck playin there pimin Imma play the bear grizzle seriously fish burn turn flip styles furiously this that 70 soul green alchemestry amen been a g since buddy

he's not here, his agenda was clear Clearly a big spender, who wears a lot of gear Doom the Great, no low self-esteem Got to go get the wealth growin green

I pass them (ohhh) Mad boigee funk bed(?) perhaps I fend chrome Almost made another rose have an accident (The Ruler wildin) Ladidadi -?- stylin On his way to see green eyed buddy

a baseball bat (Why's that?) Cause I got a bag of tricks like Felix the Cat You heard the rumor, now you know it's true So go and tell your buddy that