MC rhymin? Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh MC, MC, ARYC Uhh, uh MC rhymin?, chart climbin? with the baguettes, Roley shinin? We smokin? the best trees, I bet some
real Tony Montana So fuck them palm trees I got shit for you to really see Like there's a graveyard with bury sub with niggas buried 4 generations deep
randomly There's a distant pause and low frequency It tickles my ear, rumbles under my feet And it shakes the leaves off of every tree violently What
things get worse Can't you tell through the smoke in the dirty city The jungle was once a tranquil hideaway For the kind of trees and the mountains themselves
want man-dates, they got so many hates and people to despise In the dust bowl, cerebral black hole, the average weight is well over 200 pounds I hate to generalize
And throw egg yolks at windows To wind up the old folks Started learning about the birds and the bees So there's birds from my class On their knees behind trees
always brothers never thought about eachothers skin colours til one day we was walking up the block in the summer it was like 90 degrees, I was catching a sun burn tryna walk under the trees
Like us all you want the very best of life A car, a house, a neighborhood that's nice With flowers and trees and lots of little kids around Where public
we always save the best cut last To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass 'Cuz we done swam with the sharks, wrestle with alligators Spoke to a generation
why we always save the best cut last To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass 'Cuz we done swam with the sharks, wrestle with alligators Spoke to a generation
To make you scratch ya itch for it Like fresh cut grass Eminem: 'cause We done swam with the sharks Wrestled with alligators Spoke to a generation of
ghetto aint never been close-never- Trusting this government like trusting the devil in oath A rebel with quotes- I Get Up!- Lifestyles of the young, black and wreckless A generation
jump You already know ain't gotta tell ya bout it partner Yo bitch stay talkin and you steady eavesdropping [Verse 2: Fiend] Rolling trees can do something
whip up the hatred The stage was lit and the lights were all faded The pilots in night vision goggles Kuwaited and generals masturbated 'Til the fifteenth
tickets to the money straight flights I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove general electric
the money straight flights [Rick Ross] I live by the cold war drove from round the globe all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove general electric
back porch Thinkin' and I'm listenin' To the earth spinnin' To trees rustle Wind whistlin' To the grass being crushed By the feet of small children Generations
.A. aint always what it seems you might get fooled if you come from outta town 'cause we comin from Queens and gets down Jose-Luis gotcha holdin guns in tons general