'm goin' back south in New Orleans Get myself some of them cabbage greens Ooh, them greens, yes, them greens Oh, them greens, they call them cabbage greens
Get the Yeah that?s me I live the life Fast cars Watching hoes shake it up all night (I do it) [Soulja Boy] Fifty on the floo A hundred on the table (Table
group from the hood Talkin' mad shit, like they're up to no good You take 'em to a label Now who sits behind the table? Some Jewish muthafucka that don
three They need a time machine to car cerate me I'm square as a pool table, twice as green, know what I mean? Flippin' from heat, the legal green, the
West Coast, it's time to stand up We gon' unite 'round this motherf*** one time I'm callin' every real Crip And every real B dog to the table right now
telling jokes, I swear you would have thought it was like a DJ Unk show. And we may talk slow, your just listening fast. Boy Ia??m sitting on green like
the beats Now when it comes to envy y'all is green Jealous of the rhyme and the ryhme routine Another dimension, new galaxy Intergalactic planetary
You think anybody'll read it? No fuckin' doubt! Let's make history homey, aight then You know we brought the hoes clothes And money rolls to the table
my possession Why they wanna rob a little nigga for the blessin'? Who is you helpin', the world or yourself? Put it on the table 'cause that's the real
P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo' I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars I pull cards like Vegas, clap my hands then walk away From the table
hot they spot me, they chase a nigga down two blocks two shots in the air for niggas that aint here two tone, two door, grey top, roof floor green guap
Wow] Get the Yeah that's me I live the life Fast cars Watching hoes shake it up all night (I do it) [Soulja Boy] Fifty on the floo A hundred on the table (Table
tense and lean in the sun splintered like a country Gently pulled his finger Everything is soakin' and spread with butter Their flowers on an average [on the seed? ] And then they laid her on the table
Christmas It's time to eat Got Grandmama cookin' them greens Don't forget the macaroni and cheese 'Cause this day is special to me Little kids playin' out in the snow Homies at the table
I fit in Shake my ass with the baddest pigeon with her wig in Jump, move, crash, drink Shake that ass stank, the fuck you think? Poppa Bear at the table
impact, major league dough like Dave Justice Yo Breed, Short Dawg, show em how we bust this Like some true pioneers, don't forget it Put the money on the table
gas money (Well, even if a dummy has money) (He'll be a dumber dummy then bin his ass money) My blunt is my keeper like cash money Blast money, stash money, the last money was considered Bombs, stick, green
next to you is healthy and so fine As is dinner with your loved-ones every day But your routine is changeless, through the decades of your life Green