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

And I can't stand it

My style flow local like New Jersey transit

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 (da new new new new newwwww)

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

My style's the ultimate funk when I mic checka

Cause I smoked everybody else's shit up

One two checka

So check the, manuscript, man you flipped

And I give effects to niggaz with my Black and Decker

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

and fuckin niggaz everyday

Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin and stealin

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

Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected

I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz

My music more underground than a kid at 300 XL

And chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk funk

Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you third degrees

cause Reggie Noble's known like burglary

and cause surgery for emergency

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I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets

Keep it heated for the brothers that's not off my block

Cause we run around Newark with the nine cock

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 'cause 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

I'm gonna whoop your ass, til your heart stop beating

And if you keep on with that dirty mistreatin

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