Why don't you sit right back and I I may tell you a tale, a tale of 3 Little pigs and a big bad wolf Well, the first little piggy Well, he was kinda
Traduzione: Jelly Green. I Tre Porcellini.
: [Spoken] Why don't you, sit right back, and I, I may tell you, a tale. A tale of three, little pigs, and a BIG, BAD, WOLFFF. Well the first little
why I'm made this way I wasn't turned out I was raised this way of thinkin these are tha dreams of a young teen sceam, and stack green on tha crack fiends
the check cashing, hit the clubs Now I'm back on the map, I'm still macking [Chorus] [Dom Pachino:] Back is the pistol popping, the knowledge dropping Green
wasn't for the way that we live Too many single mothers raisin' our kids Too many brothers caged in the pen Engaged in the bid, enslaved by the pigs
Looking on various street corners I'm sure you've seen it yourself Standing on the corner, is an alleged brother Dressed in blue or green, red and black
own And so I made the race, and staked me out a place, And settled down along the Cimarron It blowed away, it blowed away, My Oklahoma home, it blowed away It looked so green
It's a hold up, who want it? I'm nothin nice, duke I slice you High dude, roll dice and heist schools, in night schools Turn pigs to ground hogs, my hound
in America to die in these bloody streets Goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat [repeat] Murder, murder, kill, kill California's the state where most caps get peeled back, catcha, pigs
The JFK niggaz, UHH, died in cellblock niggaz From the crack lackeys, hold your asshole and cock backey Warm green eggs in pens sweatin like pigs Niggaz
scared rap huh my money to big for them pigs to jock me we ghetto millionares so them feds going to watch me paper chasing for green ain't no punks
'm a foreigner Spillin swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni's kid Flip off the lid, who you [^1] pourin fo'? You too could be a corporate green killer,
up they concrete face till it's gets cloudy enough I'm 'bout it and tough Irregular, I can't be fixed It's middle-finger for them pigs, tell em "suck
the self control In the green tank when the shit unfolds hold up I got it sewn up me and my niggas Are about to blow up Got the pigs on my tail What
can do Better make the right decision if you know what I mean You can do some time, or fork over your green [B-Real] I said I got no green he started
Bring it raw, like the red, dead meat, in your plate And I'll fill you up with the energy the Hill create I gets sticky, like a green bag of the bomb
the rays of the sun Come one come all and see how it's done If you see the pigs there's no need to run Cause some of these pigs are down with Greenthumb
