2: Joe Grind] Time I look good cause I went [?] so now girls don't just stare take pictures (ummm). If I say every week can get 3 Os I ain't talking bout green
terrorist, Bout locals, And tourists, I got, On de floor yes, Don't take no risk, Take a gunshot, then a reef from the florist, I just wanna get the dough, No checks Then go left To joe
a bank shot like Alex English I get distinguished Block rap like Joe C, Merriweather with a brown leather Bald head like Sam [?] from Marquette, drivin a lime green
Don't matter white, green, or blue. I'll cut, crush, parachute you. I'll just (bottle it up), Hope all is fine (Bottle it up) Till next Columbine. Call
to an end Now I'm back in her muthafuckin' heart again Cleaned your leather, got a darker tint Over the rearview got the cherry scent Hit the streets, like mean Joe Greene
your clothes! [Verse 3: Equipto] Oh hoe, fa sho we can blow some mo' While labels fall short to the ocean flo' (suckas) I get pesky (?) like Joe Pesci
, yeah! It's one of the coolest spots in town You take too much tho' it's bound to get you down She's got a boy-friend they call Big Joe He's a big shot
fifteen words That's two hundred forty truths for every sixteen verse I made a wish to be rich on each Hi Ho But knowing is half the battle for each GI: JOE
s not too long So everybody sing along When I was a little man Playdough came in a little can I was Star Wars' biggest fan Now I'm stuck without a plan GI Joe
long So come along So everybody sing along When I was a little man Playdough came in a little can I was Star Wars' biggest fan Now I'm stuck without a plan GI Joe
C'est que les acteurs de ce mouvement n'ont pas ecoute Ann Peebles, Gil Scott-Heron, ni compris Wu-Tang Clan Peu connaissent Al Green ou Donny Hathaway
Valence snort so much 'til they nose get sore It's time to graduate, bags aint doin the job no mo' Now a needle and some dope, tap dat green vein Smoke
It's the brown child, better version of the story Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake The greens and
damn good meal And I think we'll Blow up like dynamite [Boo] Keep this on ? the hood It's for the ladies right here [TQ] Yeah [Boo] Yo, what up Joe? Greg Green
slab to the test, if nothing less [Hook: x2] I'm fresh (so fresh), in my slab so clean Smell like a pound, of that mean joe green Gorillas in the trunk
Last night I stood at your doorstep Trying to figure out what went wrong You slipped something into my palm and you were gone It was the same deep green
all that All you rap niggaz cat fight, just wanna be seen in the magazine, lip twisted lookin all mean I got a heart like mean Joe Green I run niggaz
the porch with a 40 I gotta find a way to make the money (bang - money) A fast lick, and I gotta do the shit quick Call up my nucca DJ, the latin Joe