Green Island Lyrics

Green Island lyrics

Motherfuckin ladies and gentleman
My style's rugged like Timberland
When I
clock lyric then women give me more love than Wimbledon
My style flow local
like New Jersey transit
And I can't stand it
And you'll need Teddy to
unjam it when I cram it
I'm from N to the E
W A R K Newark NJ got the
AK
When I wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy
I'm a Kid From the
Hall
I got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawers
Hey
boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it
Man I told you ass
Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit
I keep the chronic patrol on
the road
in case you're wondering why I keep my izm
Cause I smoked
everybody else's shit up
My style's the ultimate funk when I mic
checka
One two checka
And I give effects to niggaz with my Black and
Decker
So check the, manuscript, man you flipped
Put it down if you can't
handle it
Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers College Graduate
I got a degrees in
Physics on how high I can get
Then next I check how many niggaz that can die
from my Tec
Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin and
stealin
and fuckin niggaz everyday
Now Jersey's on max so pass the
dutchie on the lefthand side
Hide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my
ride
So, sliiiide, before I call the medics
You can bet bitch you
couldn't get fly if you were FedEx
Can I, drop the funk on ya, run it on
ya
Strong as ammonia, smell it from here to California
Cause Reggie Noble
dropped that cock named Noble at Sunoco
I'm better than rice and beans when I
rock you ocho to ocho
My music more underground than a kid at 300
XL
Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected
I'm
dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz
And chumps are wondering what
two niggaz dropped the funk funk

Verbally you never heard of me I smoke
you third degrees
and cause surgery for emergency
cause Reggie Noble's
known like burglary
I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets
Hey, if it
take a million niggaz to stop it just like Chuck did
Cause we run around
Newark with the nine cock
Keep it heated for the brothers that's not off my
block
And if ya don't know the flavor, be a tough guy and enter
So go
show you more nigga events than Jacob Jaffrey center
I'm genuine, to the
rhyme, get your canines
Cops that got the hot glock stocked for when it's
playtime
I rock around the Robin TWEET TWEET on the calendar
Cause you
couldn't pull my number if your class major was Algebra
I make bitches moan
to my Stallone without Sylvester
Cause I'm more deadlier than a whole school
system of investors
So check us, I always smoke mad blunts before
breakfast
Cause I, Get Around like 2Pac with Poetic in my Justic
Hold
tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight
I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I
keep my styles jam packed
I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like
Bill Bixby
You could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my MP-60
I
smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up
Them bones, them
bones, them bones will have you fucked up
I blaze blunts with my nigga
Mellow, yo say hello
(Yo whattup dogg?)
Really, now pass the second blunt
to Quilly

Now sit your big ass down cuz I don't know about this rap
stuff
There wasn't rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin massa
Y'all y'all
whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards
Man, y'all fuck around with
Quilly I kick a bone out yo' ass quick
Watch out now, I ain't
bullshittin
I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's from forty-three
goddamnit
And if you keep on with that dirty mistreatin
I'm gonna whoop
your ass, til your heart stop beating

And yo, chronic bubonic the funky
bionic
you find it I'll have to rewind it where minds are blinded
Time 4
Sum Aksion so time to find it
I smoked out like a cookout, look out my
dick's out
That was last album when I was bouncin on trains like
Malcolm
I was hiiiiigh, I thought I wouldn't survive
That's why I quit my
nine to five and got live
Because this hip-to-the-hop shit fills my
pockets
And I'm Audi for ninety-four because I already got my props
Hoes,
hoes, and more hoes...