, I zone, my gun is never on safety I copped the new Jordan's, the white ones wit' skate key (Me, I'm just chillin' Pop, serving my time) (Got my greens
look for a job 'cause there's no jobs looking for me Then it all went to my head Next, forty-nine motherfuckers dead Tell the pigs I did it Place spot
but the pad and pencil I can't wait till I hear you say, "I'm going down, mayday, mayday" I'm gonna clown 'cause every time that the pigs have got me
build the empire Just another brick in the wall you fall tired Who will be the one son to fall victim? Who's on the street, who's runnin' from pigs
I wanna be fred flin-t-s-t-o-n-e. WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL MMMMMMMMMAAAAAA! -------------------------------------E N D------------------------------------ Latest releases from SLT: ------------------------- Three little pigs of Green
blows through the house. The chandelier sways before them. Soon animals begin to fly by, pigs and sheep mostly.) Green (played by Kermit the Frog):
by the smell I'll also sell you fags and Rizlas as well Oi, clart! Don't fuckin' start Or I'll whip you with my chain and it'll fuckin' smart Weed's green
day, me next score for three days One time they say what you mean, I gets the green Break up the block like Maurice Green, ya feel me? In my predicament
'rent Budget I Ain't Even Gotta Practice Never Gettin Rusty No I Ain't Lookin Down But I See No One Above Me The Paper Bag Brown Wit Durty Green
Cause I like you Porcupine Burrow your way To freedom This is your posse bonus This is your extra This is your posse bonus 'Cause I like you Eat your greens
and music: jim johnston I didn't sleep well last night, how about you? - you crazy thing! this bowl of toasteeo's wont pull me through, til pigs have
been born here but I'm a foreigner Spillin' swigs for victims of pigs and Afeni's kid Flip off the lid, who you pourin' fo'? (Yo, yo, yo, yo) You too could be a corporate green
I'ma rap assassin thats sittin in the Aston Thats cleaner then the demeanor on Eddie Haskel (?) Call me the defence back on the track spit And the slaughterhouse pigs
ah ah) [Farquad (??)] Staying alive, staying alive! (Oh oh oh oh) [Wolf] Who let the dogs out? [Pigs] Who who who who? [Wolf] Who let the dogs out? [Pigs
Braves" hat on my John Deer tractor) Plowboy baby (Redman pouch full of chewin' tobaccer) Plowboy baby (Sleepin' at night 'cause I work all day) Plowboy baby (You can smell my pigs
fin to go In my 64 candy what Impala Fall to my knees and give all praise to Allah Still I blow big and I don't like pigs I'm trying to put my trailor
less I was real with the homies With the O-Z's running from the police No peace blow sweets on cold streets Dope fiends gon bring a nigga more green [